Poetry, Quill, Write Ups

June

It was that June
when it was so hot
it put May to shame

It was that June
when sky was so blue
It almost looked as a painting

It was that June
when out of nowhere
I got that friend request

It was that June
when those neverending messages
transformed into neverending calls

It was that June
when we held hands for the first time
and I had a poem for you already

It was that June
when you left me on platform 1
with all those words left unsaid

It was that June
When your love
become end of my world

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