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The Undone.



Can those eyes staring nowhere give you any explanation of the situation?
Maybe it isn't the situation but the past, the pain..

How I wish the deceased could come back.
How I long for the tightest hug one could ever give.
How I wish I had returned your smile to you...That was the last time I saw you smiling so wide.
How I wish I could sit beside you and listen to those stories for which I always made excuses.
How I regret not sitting beside you when you sat alone and I was busy on phone.
How I wish I had someone to go to when all consider me useless.
How I wish to have helped you with the use of computer...You kept on asking me.
How I regret being so selfish, stubborn.
How I regret not sharing my chocolates with you...Something you were so fond of.
How I wish I could be as good as you and win even half the number of people you had.
How I wish I had asked your worries instead of giving you so many.

It has been almost a year since you left us.
How I wish I could see you...And hug you...
Just once?

I miss you, Papajee. <3








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