The parting time approached. You reminded me to stay strong and have faith. Weeks ago you left and came back. Plethora of thought barraged my tiny brain. You told me not to cry. But when love is splintered its bound to cast pain. Pumping heavy heart, red hot iron-like chest and insurmountable pain that leave men dead.

My love was genuine and I couldn't bear the parting. So I cried and cried. And when the I could no longer cry I was  as silent as dead-like beaten child. In my grief, the sweeten drink was like witch potion. That drink I never dared to touch till a decade passed.

Nights passed and my hope never left me to see you again. Nights I tried to keep the prayers you taught alive. Prayers I couldn't comprehend meaning of. But its your sound that I always ran in my head

And as weeks turned to months, hopes were shattered in the ground and sadness were replaced with hate. I promised not to love you again, I rationalized that if you loved me you wouldn't leave....