You moved on,
I stayed.
Hidden behind shades,
Lay the remains of,
The laughter that once echoed,
Smiles that were shared,
Tears shed,
A beautiful lie was there.
Now a haunted look states,
The fragility of my state.
A thousand pieces scattered,
All around my bed,
And a memory of many graces my mind,
Of a time we shared when,
Even the stars seemed dull,
Compared to your smile.
And a humourless laugh,
Bubbles its way through,
Cause I wasted my time,
Thinking the worst of you.
And now you lay,
6 feet under, a headstone with your name,
Reminded me of numbers,
Where I took circles,
Around our ship,
Which soon sank,
Without a flip.
Suryansa Misra is a 14-year-old aspiring writer. She loves reading books and listening to music. And she loves to write.