Dying to survive…

The cool breeze hit my face one Summer evening, 

I closed my eyes inhaling your imaginary scent, 

I could feel your presence, 

But you weren’t there in reality, 

The tears rolled down my cheeks freely, 

I turned my head in hope and longing, 

But you would never ever be there again, 

I sobbed until my heart soared in the ocean of sorrow, 

I had already swam too much in the ocean of desperation to come out, 

I was drowning, 

And only you couldv’e helped me, 

But you never would be there to help me, 

Here I am today; dying to survive…

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