Time flew past us,
We stood staring at each other
Breathing each moment as if it was our last...
True, it was the last, the kind that we shared,
Things would be different now on
As we stand facing each other,
Instead of next to one another...
You will walk past me, into the 'was'
And, I, will walk towards the 'to be'

We stand there, still -
On the bridge that connects the past & the future
I see you vanish, right in front of my eyes -
To be a part of my past, forever.

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Books by Arti Honrao

Depression is REAL

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