The Long Goodbye

The Long Goodbye

The table in front of him was trashed, 

With papers and files laying around, 

With the dustbin with burning papers, 

Sat there a man kneeling down. 

Wondering where did he get wrong, 

From the star performer to the star failure, 

A journey from the top of the mountain, 

To the depth to ocean, 

He did whatever was right for the job, 

Sacrificing his life for the world full of paper towers and pen stacks, 
Breaking down every point of limitations 
Only to find a way to excel in his art. 

He did everything to provide her a life of satisfaction, 
A life of no complaints, 
For him she completed him, 
The only fault of his was that he forgot her. 

While trying to make himself, 
He forgot the main thing that made him who he was, 
It was not the stack of money in his bank or the expensive ride outside his house, 
It was nothing but her. 

She was the only one who had his back, 
Only to be realised that it was only one person in that relationship,
She tried to be with him, 
Reason with him destroying his world of myths and workaholic lifestyle.

Denting his life into a million pieces,
Trying to rebuild his life but it was just a menace,
Only to find him to be a brittle soul,
And she was not the glue to hold them together.

Just what they thought was a mere cadaver, 
And a worthless effort to resuscitate it,
She left him to be better only to see him fall, 
From the world of heaven he fell to the scorched land of hell. 

Only to see the world around him collide, 
And crumble down to their very foundations, 
Then he found a letter from her, 
Only to say him a long goodbye.