And after sometime
When things seem to be smooth and at peace
When the echoes of our footsteps cannot be heard
They leave, one by one
To the one place that they belong to
Along with the birds and the wind
They take away the familiarity they provided
Leaving I alone, to wait my turn
I hope to be with them again
To feel the same sense of belonging
And if you love me, you will see to that.
Sealed with the hope that my name brings, I shall wait.
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