How do we go on without a proper goodbye ?
Is there really such a thing as proper "goodbyes"?
Can those "goodbyes" be really unambiguous?
Those "goodbyes " that we never expected.... can they be certain?
Or, do they always leave us with tinges of doubts and hopes ?

All the things we never had a chance to say;
All those dreams we had,
Which vanished just as we ghosted from each other's lives.

How could something as beautiful as ours have ended so brutally ?
when the frenzied state is over, and our mind takes us back to all the love and joys we had once shared, how...