FOR HIM

Cold winds reminding me of winter,

my heart beat is a sprinter.

Missing you,

looking out of my window for a view.

losing myself in your memories is a confounding feeling,

no more healing.

reminders of your presence making my eyes flare,

romanticizing of your fanciable self  with no care.

One sided love is not so fair,

too late to beware.

One day,

You will be same as your previous self,

My hope extinguishing slowly by itself.

A longing of desired 'love' lingers in my eyes,

Writing is my prize.