She never realised his love until
Everything was gone
And she sat on the hill
Singing a beautiful song
When she lifted her eyes
There was nothing but fire filled inside
Her strong heart
Had become fragile
And frozen with ice
There was no room for love
Or anything of that kind
Whenever she stopped herself from loving him
He repeatedly visited her mind
She was losing herself again
Still sitting on the hill alone
Until it started to rain
She allowed herself to think about everything that took place
She termed it as a “memory”
That she had locked inside a cage
The cage was becoming old and rusty
So she opened it
And tried to love him all over again
But nothing was left except
Her poetry
So full of love and pain