In that moment, she spoke of breaking ties,
Reasons seemingly trivial, veiled in disguise.
Silent, I stood, not wanting her to go,
Yet, unable to voice my love's undertow.

Her departure, a painful twist of fate,
Leaving my heart yearning, consumed by weight.
Her words echoed, piercing through the air.

She uttered her plea,
"You'll regret this, when I leave you."
Her words, like whispers carried by the breeze,
Foretelling a future burdened with unease.

Who is gonna regret, I ask myself!

How an ocean feels when the wave whispers low,
"You'll regret this, as I retreat...