Seasons.

​You came along 

And picked me up. 

Restoring the shambles I was in.

And my damaged self. 

And, when I reached 

The zenith of myself 

You, like the others,

Left. 

And I started falling apart, 

Back into the shambles 

That you bound together 

Loosely. 

Till date, I am waiting, 

For someone to come along 

And be my spring first

And then my fall… 

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