by Nidhi Patel

From the first September day

I dream about him as I lay.

I took a chance to make him mine,

But I never thought he’d leave me behind.

Everything was going just as planned,

Until the last time he held my hand.

He never told me goodbye,

But why did I still cry.

I thought to myself, “Why would he do this to me?”

Maybe we were just never meant to be.

In his eyes not mine,

For him I would’ve left the whole world behind.

November was the last I saw of him,

He taught me to never ever go on a whim.