Pity

When you took a look at me..
What did you feel ?
You never said..
I never asked..
Now that you are gone..
I think whether I should have.
Wonder what those eyes..
Took off me..
Loitering by my side..
They used to ease by me.
Now that you are gone..
I think what they did though.
Not every soul digs deeper..
Not every one you meet is a keeper..
Eagerness in one’s eyes..
Gives in to trouble..
Narrow is the resist..
Wiser are amiable.
Now that you are gone..
I think you sure did.
When you looked at me..
You found your fool.
When you stood out on me..
You still had your fool..
Figuring out questions..
While all the answers..
Had faces drawn all over me.

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