They were close like the ridges in our palms
Yet the distance between them held eternity
Like the mountains and the oceans,
Even a river of tears couldn’t bridge

She couldn’t write him a letter or a note
As tired were her words, of falling on deaf ears
Her injured feelings cried through the nights
All that salt churned like acid inside her

Were they ever meant to be together?
Like a gloomy cloud, her mind wavered
Can things be made better with love and care?
How, when no one reciprocates?

Was she born and raised to live this way?
She accepted the truth after losing herself
Looked in the mirror for a new face
That was scared not, of the unknown!

Around a blind curve of expectations
Her journey took a new turn of faith
The bond of the sacred circles dissolved;
Separate, shall be her path hence.  

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