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This poem is written from the bottom of my broken heart. It is written to a friend. I am not entirely sure whether we are friends still. It is in fact hard to maintain a friendship without much obstacles. Maybe this is our destiny. Maybe we have reached the end. And if this is how it ends, indeed it is a tragic ending. I don't want to wave you goodbye yet but seemingly, you are drifting yourself miles apart. I hope that you got to read this because this poem is written to you, to only you!

I was with you throughout the battering heat of the sun,

Maybe was not long enough to make it with you through the drought,

Now that you have others to survive the draught with that I am forgotten.

I was there with you when it was frantically raining

Maybe not long enough to be with you in the raging storm

Now that you have others to fight the storm with that I am forgotten,

I was with you from dawn to dusk,

I was not there to only sing you a lullaby,

Now when you are comfortably sleeping

Only those who sing you the lullaby are remembered.

I was with you from the very beginning but in the end

I am forgotten

Maybe I was not with you long enough until I am now forgotten.