When we parted ways,
Neither you cried nor I,
But, what is this,
A peaceful sleep since,
Has not touched our eyes?
He was my companion,
But not in harmony were we,
Like the clouds and sunlight,
Together but as apart as can be.
There were feelings of animosity,
And anguish between us,
My departed lover, had been everything,
Last time I looked into his eyes,
My poetry reflected back at me,
Verses, that which I had never,
Recited to anyone.