Dear Christine,
Weep not over the days that have gone by,
But rejoice at the prospect of a brighter sky.
I know I vowed, but my time was due,
Ergo, I must bid you adieu.
Brood not under the gleaming stars,
But muse about the time we compared scars.
Long gone are the days when I could gaze at you bare,
But you mustn’t despair.
For we both know this was meant to be but a fleeting tale,
Of a lad and his lass, whose love shall always prevail,
Undeterred by the cancer running through his vein,
Albeit apprehending it was to be his bane.
I hope you sail the seven seas and voyage yonder,
Watch auroras while your heart grows fonder.
Oh how we always orated on the most ludicrous notion,
I still fail to fathom, with the utmost devotion.
Au revoir mon amour, and always remember,
Life is but a dying ember.
Thus live vicariously, and in your prime,
Until I meet you, all over, for the very first time.
Author: Anushka Thakur