He ran from the truth
Found his body clung to spiderwebs
Living void of love
Call him the walking dead
Despite dreams and hopes
He lives in pain instead
I changed, he changed, we changed
But the love remains the same
The years we lost
Connected to the epiphany we gained
We will discover each other
After words, verbs and subjects
That happily end with period
To be struck
To be eclipsed
To be nestled
In the bosom of everlasting love
Love always, Esha ❤
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