Neither all stories have an ending ,
Nor an evident goodbye .
You don't know if you're free unwillingly ,
Or maybe taken unknowingly .
You don't know if they still think of you ,
Or if the sky of your memories is still blue .

You don't know if the sky got cloudy ,
Or if they have your parody .
Someone who does everything you used to ,
Some who calls them thiers like you used to .
Someone who can rely on their shoulder just the way you did ,
Or someone who can make small but precious demands the way you did.

You trust them, but the distance doesn't let you believe,
You love them , but the silence is making you leave .
No , I haven't left yet ...
I'm still in the hope of dancing together in the rain , getting all wet.

You're still my 11:11 wish ,
I still remember you whenever I have your favourite dish .
I still care about you,
N in my heart the sky of our memories is still just as blue ..
N i promise that the sky will always be this way ~~

~ Prachi Sharma

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