While your memoirs comes to my mind, my eyes blur in the shade of sadness...

Memories travel through the darkest corners of my spirit... sorrow imbues my feelings and the world seems absolutely gloomy...

Why live when the memories leave the plane of reality and become merely electrical connections of a past that should not be past... but present and future...

Days passes and the grey clouds persists and darken my sight... a sight where something no longer belongs to it... where something is missing...

And there again my primal soul long to be at your side... where the flame of memories still burns vividly and the gloomy atmosphere is no more...

... all of a sudden your smell floats to my senses... a silent whisper from a distant tree... a chill wind slightly touches my quill and it shivers when I come to my senses as I am thinking of you while scratching this lame poetry...