Had I asked you that day, It wouldn't have been last and you would stay. All I remember is you at the last, That last step, and for the years we part. The last walk with the counting steps, Tears in my eyes and bowed head, Unable to look in your eyes for the rest, All I could hear were the heartbeats in haste. I felt the touch with your hand in mine, Gone was the fear and memories rewind. But u went off with the last step, My head still bowed and everything was in droplets. I still hear the sound of the heartbeats, Even of your feet, trapped inside deep indeed. Still stuck with the question," Why did you leave?", Searching every fourth dimension with belief. My feet were cold and even are today, Still with the bowed head and time turning grey. With my hand being empty and the left alone me, The last walk I remember in these tears you could see. -Tushar Bhakte
Love learn and live.