POEM 4

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Fin
By Anika M. Untalan

Your eyes are comforting,
And I thought between you and I, there is no ending,
But my mind lies to me,
When you want to let go and I set you free.

I don't want to lose you in the story,
So I kept our love within me,
But I lose you and I lose me,
Now my life is in misery.

We lose connection,
In unknown, we stop our communication,
I begged you too stay,
But you still runaway.

I'm fighting not to lose you,
But you are tired and left me in blue,
You said "accept that we ended",
But why it is easy for you to left me stranded?

Finding myself is the only key,
Learned the lesson that gave by thee.
I will accept that "us" will only be a memory,
Someday, I will be okay and be happy.

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According to Collins Dictionary (2023), Fin means "End" in french.

Dedicated to a friend

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