you ran away, and you had false imposed fears
i wept for you, and yes, those are my tears
relationships are not that easy
they are not a freeway
they don’t wait for senseless reasons
they have no seasons,
except the season of trust and care to be
in which you weren’t fair to me.
now, would you look back & see
what happened?
in the past,
what is in the present of that past?
and what will be the future of this present?
can you tell?
do you care to know?
Dushwari