the day she left me.

It all seems so familiar. It seems to be the same. Yet something’s not quite right here. I can’t figure who’s to blame. Cause everything has changed now. But still there is no change. A veil’s been brought down on my world, tinting it so strange. No one seems to see me, oblivious they seem. My existence matters not to them, it’s like walking in a dream. So on my lonely travel through the city oh so dark, I stumbled on a lush and lovely green foliaged park. Imagine my surprise, while stumbling in the dark, I found it was a cemetery and not some tranquil park. And there I saw her sitting, my Love who I adore. By a single grave she’s sitting. I had not seen before. Before I uttered a word to comfort her so sad, I saw with shock the name that the tombstone seemed have. And with a shock I realised this be no dream in bed. I died the day I realised that for a year now I’ve been dead.