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This has been inspired by a friend who is still trying to move on from her former lover.

Cold as rainy days, dark as the night sky.
Gloomy as it seems, empty and dreary.
My mind wanders, where did we go wrong?
Maybe, I was not the right one all along.

I keep counting the days,
from the day that door closes.
I hope you are doing fine,
And how I wish you are still mine.

I thought I will always have you,
But I lost you somehow.
Probably, we are destined to love each other,
But not meant to be together.