A year has passed since our lips last met, A year ago today our lips found bliss. A year of Love and another of hardship intertwined, both of which I hope we never forget.

I sensed a new chapter would unfold, One that would be full of happiness untold, Yet a fortnight later, like fleeting tides, you went cold Forever altering our future, but not in the way I could have seen.

Left behind, another year of pain I faced, Longing for your touch, in sorrow's embrace. A year ago today, our lips found bliss, Now I'm left with memories, yearning for your kiss.

I felt I had to write something down and share. Even if it's bad/average. It doesn't feel right the way she left, she basically disappeared and I've not heard from her ever since. While I feel I have improved tons, I am dreading the anniversary of the last time I saw her, spoke to her, and touched her...which would be exactly 2 weeks from now. And I have no idea what emotions I'll feel. I wonder if her life is better specifically because it now lacks me. Because if not then what was even the point? Seems like I am the only one who paid the price of our relationship, both during and after.