BROKEN YET BEAUTIFUL

I sat watching the sky
And let my thoughts fly
I felt the hazy breeze
And it put my heart at ease
Felt like phrasing my memories
To write away my dreary
I sat ferreting for words
Just like hunting birds
To vent my pang of distress
And start to live afresh
To while away your memory
Though it remains my hidden treasury
Why couldn I be in limbo!
Somewhere deep in my heart
I have sketched a stone carved art
Of the days we spent together
The most intimate times rather
The days we entrusted each other
I still wonder
The warmth of the tender
all in a while , for me, I wretch
it wasn’t even the broken glass
but only the burnt ash
that stayed with me for long
it all seemed like a treason
though u may not be the sole reason
for our philia was impeccable
with a great bloom
but with different synonym
all to end with a terrible grim
there were times i felt bereaved
and silently heaved
but, time is meant to heal
i began to feel
that bizarre yet true miracle
as I focused on the pinnacle
enduring all the debacles
I started to thrive
so much of life i learnt
With miles to go yet
There are seconds I still pine
But, most of the time on cloud nine!
Just as I looked back
The roads I walked on
Everything appeared as bonbon
Except the space u left
That still remains a huge lacuna!

This is my first completed attempt!!!
pardon my flaws ,if any, dear poetry lovers!