I go to sleep after watching the sun blow a morning kiss to the sky, I sleep for an entire test match session and wake up kissing my cigarette bud. Yes, life is good. It could be better I guess, but it is good. What I sometimes wonder though, is how different could it be if you were still around.

May be my mornings would start with a warm hug instead of the cold beer, may be I would spend a few extra minutes infront of the mirror instead of the shower or may be I would have your fingers in between mine, instead of the blue pen. It is strange what love does to people. It changes them to someone they never thought they could be, and when love leaves, they spend years trying to find their lost selves in a land of abandoned souvenirs and broken faith.

I have moved on though, you too did I am sure. Still sometimes when I walk by the street or stare at traffic signal waiting for it to turn green or take that one drag of my cigarette, a breeze carring tonnes of memories and flashbacks strikes my face and for a few seconds the world around me stops, and I miss you. Yes, I miss you, for what kind of love it would be if a mere seperation of years and self forged walls could evade it. Moving on doesn't simply mean bundling up all memories and reminiscence and throwing them out of the window. Moving on is more about looking back at old belongings and not longing for them. The kind of love that fades with distance is a myth I feel.

Love is not just a feeling that keeps two people together. Sometimes, love is one of those poems that we hide from the world, or it is one of those promises that started with forever and ended at a never. Nonetheless, Love isn't something that leaves when the person does. It is something that stays, stays long enough to be written about.

And that is why, may be I still sometimes write you a poem or two, but conceal it under that pillow, somewhere in between never and forever.

© Sagnik