When Memories Remain!!!

I still remember the last day we met which began with the much awaited warm hug. I walked along holding his hand. Kissed him tenderly in the front seat at the theatre while watching the Indianised Lolita. An argument-with-an-itch followed as tears rolled down. He does not get sparks any more. I am just the same. I kept walking and I felt he must be right behind.

I turned around only to see a thousand unknown faces.

I came back and wrote these two lines "I guess it is over, I guess this was the last".

We drifted and the sigh is all that remains...