I am calling your name.
Why can't you hear me?
Do I even want you now,
Now that you've made it clear
How you feel about me?
What about those days
Standing in the sun
Where we'd just begun?
Have those no meaning too?
Or is this just divination?
I wanted to give you so much
Because the last time I did
Was so long ago.
You are just like the others
Who turn when I kiss their cheek.
Soon I will be cold hearted
And as a Shiva unto me,
My five widowed men won't ever love
The falling leaves
The way I do.
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