Sometimes I stay up too late,
and I think too much,
and once again,
I feel you more than I should.
But I’ve always had a weakness for you,
Even if it’s just your memory.
The closeness we shared was rather a curse,
For we were never meant to be together,
Some planned plots were therefore needed,
To destroy those unplanned ‘plight-plots’,
For we were a part in each other’s life,
But we share only differences,
and hence shall never be a part of each other’s life…