Separation

SEPARATION What more blunder A nasty small word Could commit Bidding you to depart Turned out to be forever As if it ensured Its connotation at summit I bade you Bye For at most a day! No sign of any apparent bite But veins are contaminated With venom Forty-eight-hours-wide separation Utterly failed To subside your anger! You snatched away all my words This was my mistake, no doubts There were other ways To hint me upon, though Rather a jerk of this magnitude! I shall avail of this opportunity, though Ensuring to mend my ways I take a vow never to peep ever In anybody's eyes As I did into yours' my love!