Love,which is due

She was not mine ever.
Though we shared love and tears.
Exchanged pleasantries
and dreamt sitting very near.

She was not mine ever.
Holding hand with hand,
sometimes pressing lips on lips,
we came very near.

Now she is free.
Living in another world.
I am free too
but few reminiscences
still jeering at me.

If my love is true.
We will meet again,
either in this world or other
then i will claim my due.