My Last Goodbye

My Last Goodbye

My last goodbye was uttered in whispers.

Even then, the spaces between my words burned.

We were strong, but I wasn’t.

You were mine, but I wasn’t.

How could I belong to you,

when I couldn’t even belong to myself?

~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

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