That alleyway where we part ways
Where all the homeless broken hearts
They glance upon us with disgrace
To see an end which never starts
Your lips were dry, your eyes had strayed,
Far from my skin and warm embrace
The trap that you and I had laid
We both fell in with poisoned grace
And now that you and I are gone
What’s left is but that empty time
The ink with which this tale was drawn
Has dried by this venomous rhyme
-Anas Merchant