My Tears

My tears are not of misfortune

Be that as it may, of time excessively fast gone.

I miss our days together

Indeed, even while they're going on.

I enjoy odd, sweet minutes

At the point when you chuckle or when you grin,

Nostalgic for your presence

However you're with me meanwhile.

Weird how dream

Can meander in and out freely,

Thinking back from some place

That is simply past a slope.

Thus when you leave

You won't let me be,

For I will have you with me

Long after you are no more.

Thank you for reading.

I hope you like it.