Her remnants...

A breath of mine escaped into an unknown wind,
I remained seated gazing, while it took dead leaves along with it.

Last time I met with her, she didn't even recognise me,
The memory of us still linger upon warm pain like a dew.
Plunged into an exuberant zyphre, know not where it come from..know not where it goes.

I muse, half I utter and half Cresent eulogy darkling remained unsaid.
The weight of regret summons the palm of pain and it grabs my asunder heart, till he be satisfied, till it be quenched...
I remained seated stilly...

Everyday i wore friendship upon my fragile self... at piercing cold night, and sail across the dark alley.

Friendship is like a helmsman who steer a boat across his street for dine before we set off again along with dawn.

He knows like a wind who carries a seed of life over the dead leaves but still it flutter, like a stain it won't wore off.

There absence makes me feel like an emptying void,
Yesterday's cheerfulness evening makes today to envy of it but accept an inevitable loneliness.