Memories

I was like dust
And so she blew
Though it was unjust
Hatred in me flew

My joy, hilarity all flown
Without moving on,
I behaved a clown
Realized looking at people’s frown

While I Saunter
It seemed life was full of monologues
Picturing her
It was a palliative dialogue

Her decision to leave,
Showed her might
Sometimes it does pet- peeve
Yet, her fond words, I recite

I ll never hear her voice
Some questions makes noise
Was her decision wise??
Why do I reminisce?