And you left me there, Half angry,Half sad.
Some unwanted, some unsaid.
I looked through the window of my tab for your last presence, as insane.
If wishes could be true, I never had felt the same. This is new, if I go again. I see, this is new.
Have I changed?? I ask again. The obsession of old to new is worth a claim.
I check once again, for the last seen of the unseen.