Twenty five pass five

I stared at the arrangement of dine wares she set on her finished plate, it formed a twenty-five pass five in her place of view, which was now left empty. There was only me now. She left for her own wedding. I gazed at the empty chair that was isolating to cold. This place will never be the same for me again.

Twenty-five pass five. It will stay as a curse in me, haunt me forever.

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