It flowed away in the dark
carrying a depth of unfelt emotions
It sneaked from uncountable eyes
due to its inexpressive nature
It became more in volume
with all refreshened memories of the past
It flowed and flowed away
with no one around to understand
It became much more intense
with no one around to console
It quietly bled away with its torn parts
with the trace of a single question –
“What was there to pretend when you never fell in love with me?