No more

 

 

I have moved on, and more so
Today, than I shall let you know
Ever. There is no more any affection;
Only pity - my own for my own affliction.

I no longer love you like the light of the day,
No more do I dance with the winds that sway.
I no longer think of you when I first awake
Or reminisce fondly the faces you would make.

No more is there allure of black hair radiant,
No more are words innocuous, belligerent.
No, I do not love you any more and yes,
Today this much I will dare confess-

I do not think of you when there's a breeze,
When someone calls me, I do not yet freeze
In hope, that somehow it might be you
Calling me rare, in those fond names, few.

I think no more of your head on my chest
Laying in moments that time had blessed,
I no longer yearn for those starry night skies
Or the gaze that was similar from thine eyes.

There is no more love, I do not regret,
Only attempts; futile in trying to forget.
No love, I do not remember you,
And yet, somehow cursed, I still do.

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