I have lost people.
Out of thin air,
the way leaves fall
come autumn,
I have lost people
who I once dreamt with.

People just leave.
No farewell messages,
no letters left behind,
even on the brightest of days
people just leave
with no apparent closure.

I miss them.
Regardless of all miseries,
they wanted to live more, and love
but life was too kind, perhaps.
I miss them
whose last text said "Miss me till I return".

I still wait for them.
Despite all that is gone,
and very little that is left
to shed tears for,
I still wait for them
whose forevers didn't last forever.

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