I still remember the day ,
a vivid memory,
with his hands engulfing my small hands,
he met me by the riverside,
looking into my eyes deep,
the world fading with his proximity,
the words he said felt unbelievable
"I am a spy ".

What a horrendous joke ,
he said meeting you was a written plan.
Every word I spoke was a script written with golden hands.
He said he was leaving tomorrow into the enemy's territory.
Even if his love was planned ,mine was magnified glory.
Those stars we saw together knew his words were a lie but they were still shining,
giving the hope I should have never felt.

I was a mere knight in his game.
A mere traveler in his world of aim.
An ambition he carried and what a wonderful job.
I wasn't able to recognise the shiver in his words.
The way his eyes hide the truth , the way he covered it all.

And now I hate this flutter when I think of him.
He never returned,must be hung or left for dead somewhere.
The autumn reminds me of him, like those fallen leaves.
No one remembers a deed so great, I had warned him.
But he didn't look back.
I look at the sea and wonder if he comes back because he left with my heart.
My heart , wrapped into his arms which he willingly sacrificed with his body.


___the end____


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