Goodbye note!

When the stars were bidding goodbye that night,
he was also bidding his byes to his homeland.
He wasn't merely taking back his dreams,
but memories that meant to him the world;
how he had wished, could those mean to her too.
To an extent she may miss him,
his nature of love that came naturally.
How he had wished, he would live with her,
yes, thoughts had elapsed, life had moved ahead.

Yes, time had moved;
he had but stayed there,
somewhere willing to talk,
to tell her, they would look
so much good together.
Well, she won't listen to him,
his heartbeats had been his.
To him it was but an illusion,
if love wasn't meant of an individual,
but the two of them, together.
He looked, he stared at the roads,
he had expected her return but,
it wasn't so, that she came;
he was there still, just the time
was no longer the same.
It was long, long that he thought,
she would but realize, she didn't.
Alas, it was a day she finally did.
Till then he was gone, it was;
night and stars bade a goodbye.

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