A Song of Forepassed

The love is a now a bygone affair.

An array made of shattered expectation sorting

Themselves–an internal affair–in a complicated sorting manner.

The night moving from young to old,

To be a phoenix and become the dawn followed by day.

How many days I haven’t seen the sun rising in the horizon over the buildings…

The expectation had brought us together.

It’s the same expectation that had shattered

All we have, all we had shared, all those kisses, all those eves–

Locked in each other arms and listening to our breaths and fondling in warmth of love.

The love is a now a bygone affair.

Expectation has putted us in different direction–

More than beyond we can expect. Memories all I have.

(Don’t know of you ’cause you’re creating memories of new love).

How many days I haven’t seen the sun rising in the horizon over the buildings…

Daily Prompt: Expectation

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