Lives and Leftovers

When the proximity is through,
Creeping along the syllables of seclusion,
When fables bear the blasphemies,
A memoir bleeding the words,
Limits unsur'mounted and the lies,
Seeking a soul,
Refuting realities,
And the solitudes tell the stories,
Shed the tears now princess,
The forsaken ones never care,
Winds when carried the rhythm to make you sing,
Did you care…?
Did you know?
Lives thrived on leftovers left by you.