I thought that life has always been fair,

Until the time I realized you were no longer there

No longer beside the desk I remember you occupy.

Fate is such a bitchy one to guide you by.

                    Gone, eh?  Gone to where exactly?

                    Betcha you’re just afraid of me.

I thought that all days are the same

Until the day you got on that train,

Then I said, you’re better off gone

Than you seeing my walls get undone.

                    I am broken, torn and miserable

                    I think I finally lost my soul.

I thought that I am stoic and indifferent

But then to the sway of emotions I bent

On the day you went away on that train

I cried as much as an August rain.

                    But then you’re better gone than stay,

                    At least I can keep my sanity today.

***To the Light of Verona