The World Of Forlorn

I sit with him, just to see how he weeps

But not a single tear seeps.

I sit with him, just to grasp his hand

Yet it slips like the treacherous sand.

I sit with him, just waiting for his eyes to glitter

But every emotion they emit, are bitter.

I sit with him, just one last time to kiss him goodbye

And wished that this moment was just a cruel lie.

I sit with him, just to see that he believes I'm gone.

As now, I belong to the world of forlorn.