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A trickle turns to a drizzle and then turns to a shower..
what if what holds U is nothing but memories ..
they have such power..






 I see U now & then
often again
whispering by the window of my mind
Trickling like your own tear drop
slipping & falling by,

Like the rain that U so loved,

On my window Pane
Unreachable yet there

On the other side of translucent glass (that would break to cut),
Touching me & then

Dissolving into the puddle of time & the muddle of memories
Leaving me wet on the dry high street of life.
Each Car Beam shines on me,
Reflecting the nothingness of a shadow left behind..

U are back in my memories.






Some people come into our lives
and quickly go. Some linger on.
Some people make the sky
more beautiful to gaze upon.
Some people move our souls to dance.
They awaken us to a new understanding
with the passing whisper of their wisdom sane.
They stay in our lives for a while,
leave footprints on our hearts,
and We are never ever the same…..