Ink spilling memories,
unquenchable eyes ,
staring into oblivion.
Sweet fragrance of
the pine trees,
lulling me into your memories.

Words failed ,
when our eyes met.
As beautiful the sky was,
so was our silence;
silence-brimming with words.

Drizzling in the rain,
under the black umbrella,
you held my hands.
Pretending no one ever existed,
rambled on like children.

Realised,
hapiness is -
Having someone
to hold your hands when you are...