The sky was moaning echoed
Cries and its mists lingered at
The one destination I vowed
To reach...

How I wanted you back but
How you shunned me and how
You had the last say but
How I had the last tear
Drop eternally...

I have seen you hitherto mine
I try to, but not be sentient
And the eye of the tempest
Now it gives me its consent

And it all became shrouded
In one hope of resurrection
Of my once feeling... your
once ability to feel me...
When we will have been again