I remember you saying never to speak of the end again,

That fate has this habit of coming true if you speak of it often.

So scared you were to live your life with all the chaos,

Everything you did then centred around us.

Saw you today smiling like a virgin with no past,

Sans all the scars which we both wore as we lived through our patch.

Is it Botox, or some magic potion,

Which helped you to erase not just the scars, but all of me?

You seem so happy after meeting the fate you so dreaded,

Are you acting well, or has someone got your memories erased?

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Jay Jagdev | 16^th December 2023