Goodbye Gentleman.

Chivalrous he was, her charm.
He taught her what an Alacrity was.
What she truly deserves and how beautifully.
No, not a storm. He never had that grand entry in her life.
A wind chime, a reminder of blowing wind.
Calm and composed, bit childish and more promising.
Smart enough to curl, when things go nasty.
DAMN, such a cute whistler he was!
She never complained and he never demanded.
How can something like this exist? For real?
Or is it the time who's playing with an overlapped faces?
Did he actually mean it when he said it?
Devil senses started haunting, doubtful perspectives were killing, mortifying her emotions.
She then realized, it's not real. It never was.
Just  "A  PHASE".


Was he virtual?
If yes, then his virtuality sheltered her happiness.
Now she's shut the door. Strongly intending not to open it back again.
She never wants to melt again. But yes, fear of creating such regrets will never let her live.


I've heard that,  they breathe the same air under the same sky. And that's the only bond they share now.