I dread the moment <br />When we’d have to say ‘goodbye’; <br />Tears rolling down our cheeks, <br />Us staring each other right in the eyes; <br /> <br />The earth beneath our feet <br />Would shake; <br />With a heavy heart, <br />We’d part our ways. <br /> <br />I dread the moment <br />When you’d turn to go; <br />I’d die a thousand deaths <br />In that moment alone; <br /> <br />How would I gather <br />The pieces of my shattered heart <br />Spread all over the place <br />Like autumn leaves— <br />Dry and dead? <br /> <br />I know this is a premature dread, <br />But I can feel this is our only fate; <br />Doomed! Doomed! <br />To part our ways. <br /> <br />Let us make the most of this time on hand; <br />Before our fate strikes us with a blow, <br />And reduces our love to a mere show <br />That would re-wind and re-play in our memories <br />All our life, way into eternity. <br /> <br />I am no prophet, <br />I am no seer; <br />But I have always sensed this fear, <br />Lurking and looming large <br />On the horizon; <br /> <br />Constantly reminding me that <br />We’re doomed to say ‘goodbye’. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />14th October 2006 <br />10.25 pm<br /><br />asma bahrainwala<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-re-doomed-to-say-goodbye/
