As the world sees my eyes,
I see hearts of gold and brick.
They love, they care
for something to gain
For those who loved left,
The ones who care stayed.
You left me, at my worst,
And shared my happiness unlike a guest.
Emptiness means trembling hearts,
Questions on faults not committed.
It ain’t my fault that she left,
But, It’s her mistake and my luck.
The future brings us a surprise,
For which the past paid a great prize.
The present is a content place,
By happenstance made glaze.
February, 2024