I slept,

With the hope to forget.

I wept,

With all the traces you have left.

It's melancholic.

And I regret pushing you,

And still expected to be chased by you.

Because yes, people can grow tired too.

At that moment,

I think your time has come.

Where your strength was all drowned out.

From the very start 'til the last, I know there will be a time-out.

I just didn't expect it to be now.