Living on edge was never so satisfactory.
Unless I realised how much it was mandatory.
My world used to rotate around you.
Unless you took off the flight and left me behind you.

To grieve,  to cry,
To make myself nothing but a hay dry.
No! No! Am not that baby who cry!
Am the one, who erased you, the moment you fly!

Doesn't matter how far you flown.
How many chicks you had blown.
You have lost the substance,
The moment you uttered parting sentence.