Imagine the impossible

becomes possible. and I see you

among the crowd, on a sunny day?

You, who had gone into the oblivion

of memory.

You, who left one day,

and the vibration of your voice,

and your name travelled with you,

leaving me standing at the platform of grief.

The memory of your voice,

the echo of the words you once spoke

into my ears have long been erased,

and my imagination is too tired

to portray the ups of a word,

and the downs of disappointment

as the clouds shielded you from sight,

and the wind took away the last syllables

from your mouth,

and I,

And, I….

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