17 MAR 2017 AT 13:07

That day I held your hand,
You walked like a queen,

Across the street,
Your hand in mine,

Hair fluttering on my face,
On your lips my eyes gaze

As you talk endlessly
About your departure from this place.

Drowned in the unrivalled love with you I walk down the lane,
With a pinch of sorrow and endless pain.

Making it the best but worst date yet.



- Wine & Cheese Poetry