He is leaving now without any ‘bye’.
I am not feeling sad, cause
I know one day he will return to me.
No one else knows me better.
No one else knows my likes better.
No one else cares for my passion.
He becomes my ink when I wish to write,
Listen to me when I speak,
Makes me happy if I am moody,
Don’t make fun of me even when I sing worse.
He is bright like the sun and clear like sky.
Now…. He has to go, to return.
He will be back after a long six days.
Six long hectic days!