A Lost Lover

I have a lost lover,
Who loved me with himself
Now loves me with his illusionary presence
I have a lost lover,
Who  stared at me with his own eyes
Now stares at me through the moon
I have a lost lover,
Who caressed my hair with his own hands
Now caresses my hair with his wind
I have a lost lover,
Who kissed my forehead with his lips
Now kisses my forehead with his memories
I have a lost lover,
Who left me that day and lost me
Now leaves me always and I lost myself
But I have a lost lover…

Always searching a masterpiece in myself. Living in Kolkata, West Bengal

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