The unfortunate , ill-fated war counsellor with a wild spirit. The day had come when lovers had to say goodbye Silent thoughts about how we got here & why Clouded my mental like the gas chambers in Auschwitz Concentration Camps As I quietly suffocated under the words you uttered of separation I searched for hope as the life in me slowly escaped I remembered our first date Wrapped around magical auras of blended hue Through the wound dug deep I saw you And a glimpse of a day brand new flickered Convinced our love was real The walls of past experiences erected high I only hoped in time they’d be torn down to the ground Pound by pound for new construction of a new love found Moments that we shared together slipped through the cracks I gathered my false senses and packed it in This is what you want so be it as I stood up and turned my back I felt a large part of me stay behind & the option to look back again was not there.