I'M SORRY

A day is coming, When my voice will be a distant tune, When memories will be farfetched , When all will be nothing. A day is coming, When days will turn to weeks, weeks to months, Months to years,decades and centuries. You will not hear from You will not see me You will not get a mail, chat, or sms from me. Not because I plan it; But because you change our plan. When the day comes Know that I love you And have given you the freedom to be With the one you value, prioritize, and love. When the day comes You will realize that I was a valuable That I was a treasure That though you had options Not everyone is replaceable. On that day, regret not and miss me not For you treated me like an option But I live because I have to choice. To stop or keep on empowering you.