Not that I mourn that thou art gone,
Ever since, I have made my peace,
And decided: let bygones be bygone.
But on a chilly winter morning,
As I sit staring at the screen,
I feel as lonely as the sun burning.
I need someone to talk to then,
To speak out the regrets & rejoicings,
Not the lover, only a fren’.
You don’t need to bear the look
Of my love-stricken eyes;
Just lend me thy healing voice.
For a friend, may sound much selfish
So deem me a beggar, a mortal,
And like a God, grant me my wish.
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