It’s time to forget her.
But not what she did for me.
She was my stepping stone for my
Writing and I must not ever forget that.
She was my future and only wished
She was with me to hold my hand and
Be my side. Only if I did what I wished
I did. Only stupidity was my best friend.
Now I live with only the mistake and the
question mark. I must live without thinking of
What I did wrong but what I can do now. She was
The woman who made me write the most beautiful of words.
And her memory of what she did to me will never leave me.