The separation of two souls has reached a year; from the first day of it until the 369th of it, a lot of things have changed, and the images, the memories of us being together would definitely be locked away in your never-opened trunk.
Within this sorrow gap of time, the wound have stopped its bleed, things are going back to normal. The journey had led me to a few rose buds, which could bloom into beautiful roses, yet, nothing occurs. The solitary mind draws a barrier around and drown who's inside with loneliness, where the sense of belonging remains irrelevant.
When a rose was plucked out of the soil, time will assure that the empty space will be filled. Then again, things could never be the same, as there will always be some traces left behind. Perhaps, life wasn't intended to be the same as before, it should be an improved version of the past. Sadly, words could came without much strength and actions, reality requires the fulfillment of requirements, especially the will, which could not be founded up until present time.
As if the mist on the glass, time blurs the pictures and the memories. However, what's known will remain known regardless how blur it gets, and the feeling remains as if the knowledge of the known.
Solid evidences of the existence of our shared life should be removed, as some were, by a caring mother. Still, it is still preferred for the others to be kept, instead of being removed; the weight of heart increased, and stopped the intention of such act; they are kept, even knowing that they could never see the light again...
There's no more "if only...", just as there's no more hoping for future, with the excuse of passing things into God's hands. However, what's clear is the feeling - loneliness, which never left ever since that day.
"I miss you. But I know it is just an one-way-route."
