Everyone who loved me once has moved on.

Now that I am alone I wonder who was wrong?

The dream of having a nest in that corner with you,

Or the plans of travelling the globe with someone else,

Or perhaps the nearly irrational everlasting love forever?

Everyone has moved on, even the time tricks me these days,

Sometimes I cannot remember who came first and who left then.

Is this still part of my cognitive dissonance or some other heavy word,

Some other form of self-pity wrapped in fancy Latin vocabulary?

 I still find comfort in this cold night thinking there was someone,

May be two, three or more who once loved me a lot, and we had a dream together? 

On this rainy day when I sit by my window staring at the blank sky-weeping,

With a pale face and a soul blotted by thousand who never touched me.

My mind drifts in two opposite directions, one wants to stay in the dark corner,

The other craves and cries for warmth from another body, a touch that I haven’t had in eternity.

I try with all my might to tame my soul with logic, in vein! And it derails next moment.

Where are you today? What happened to all the promises that you made?

The flowers that bloomed and the rivers to quench the thirst seem all so fake.

Oh lord! why have you forsaken me! Why do I need to bleed just to be loved?