Melancholic Disposition

The distance between us, unbeknownst, seems to grow.

We don't even talk these days, why so? I do not know,

Some how I feel that I have lost my only friend,

Do not tell me this is the end.

Lost are the trivial talks, rhapsodic days
Simple adventures and same old cliches... 

If a heartbreaks feel half as sad, 
To fall in love, never may I dare.

Nevertheless, I do have many regrets,

So let me place my one last bet

You shall come to my rescue someday

I see a sliver of tiny hope, I see that hidden ray.

I cherished you, loved you, will always do...

Beckon me 'n I shall be there for you

Yours forever,

Melancholic Poet