A year full of words

Her departure

A stroll in the park was all one needed,

For the seeds of love to be settled in,

As had what happened to the conceited,

Which we all know for there is where we've been.

He did not mean to bump into the girl,

It was either fate or coincidence,

But from then on their love began to curl,

And it blossomed into an abundance.

But it did not last, for it could not last,

As she had to take her leave from him,

And her last words were, "well, I've had a blast."

He never forgave, he never forgot,

All the love, pain and happiness she brought.