Walking in the streets
I feel should I retreat..
The steps once taken dauntlessly,
Now feels burdened to move further.
Melancholy, Agony and Dejection
Are companions for the path to go on.
The woe is not them,
But the loneliness that follows back,
Brings back the memories turned to dust.
They say it true
Between what is said and not meant,
And what is meant and not said,
Most of love is lost.
Part of grief is
The loss of certainty
That things will be as they have been.