Goodbye

Last time when I met him
I saw he smiling at me
Asking me
How much you hate me?
I got hurt with his question
For that he was my favourite
Yet I smiled back, and said nothing
He smiled again and replied
it's you, Who don't love me
more than me..
How much a year has done?
His memory was not weak
but fragile.
Yet it never stuck that he would leave me soon forever
Had I known it would be the last meeting, I would have hugged you
As I used to do
I would have laughed more with you
I would have cried more
Much love 💕