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To the one who turned stranger

Unsaid Goodbye!


No matter how good is your vocabulary,
You will never find the word to express this misery.
Everyone has to confront this not only once,
But time and again in life as you advance.

To utter a word shivered his heart,
To speak even a word his lips couldn't apart.
Think about the next if the first is so tough,
To urge that word his strength wasn't enough.

It was the last day of their gathering,
Slowly they were approaching the time for scattering.
Past memories reflected in his eyes,
How couldn't the immense love arise?

The most outspoken was dumb,
His heart was beating like madman on a drum.
So called bold was also shy,
He could do nothing but cry.

It was the first time all together but silent,
Tears falling like stream so violent.
The most scary whiteboard became pleasing,
Everything appeared appealing while leaving.

Everyone departed with souvenir of their friends,
Thinking about memories together they spent.
Even after several tries,
No one could utter a "Goodbye!"

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