Today, when I think about you I feel you’re my lost memory, which is so lost that its restlessness never leaves my heart. Today, when I think about you, I see everything fading. Fading in the feeble light of the moon, mingling slowly with the dusky morning sun0. I see you and me on two different sides of the same landscape. I see you gaze at me behind the bars. I see you in thousand different ways that you be in but never in that one true way you really are. I mingle with you from infinities to infinities knowing that infinities don’t have an existence!
I believe you’ve been more like a story even when you were there. I tried to be the beginning and the end of the same storybook, I found solace lying amidst the pages, swallowing the ink, smelling the lost rose petals but little did I knew you’ll throw the book away! Perhaps my trust died, from you to Everyone. For this life isn’t enough, to laugh carelessly again and to get the most of me back that I have lost during the sinful voyage of truth, love and understanding with you. Hence, I took whatever I have of you; your fleeting smile, your husky voice, your pinching beard, your dying hair, your bracing aroma, your tight embrace, the creases on your forehead, those fine lines within your hands, your dimples smiling out of your beard when I tingle you. I carved you as you were and have kept you somewhere. If not here, if not today, if not in this life, I believe in the memory world you’ll be!