WISHLIST

I just want to forget,
the first time we have met.
Your smiles, your laughs, your voice
― things that now make my eyes moist.
I don’t want to remember how,
you once talked about forever
That I thought you’d leave me never,
but I woke up one day,
and found out it’s over.
I scream, I cry,
but nothing is enough
To make the agony die.
This might sound selfish,
and close to impossibility but;
 I’m wishing you’re as miserable as me.
This is my Last Mail
Me Truly
Long March