Toppling hope ..

Unpicked calls,
communication falls..
I wonder why
optimism fails.
Days spent alone
lonely and bored,
speaks volumes and more,
through the face he adored.
Mails have stopped,
from a frequency that topped.
It makes me wonder,
if the reason is more than a thunder.

Keep wondering, I tell myself.
And wondering about heaven and hell.
For your love is lost.
And now, is just a ghost.
The later you know,
the later you hear,
the better, I am sure.

Yes! Let it be late.
Just a bit later than Never!

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