Love is so short, forgetting is so long
Pablo Neruda It’s one of those days, when you are suddenly reminded of her.
You try to trace back…
Trace back the idea which seeded her thought with you
You try hopelessly to recall but
It was not the cause of the thought you are worried of.
Are You bothered why you suddenly remembered her. ?
You don’t long for her.
She is gone.
Long gone to nowhere,
You could never reach her.
Do you remember her voice?
Do you remember her smell?
May be you don’t
May be you do…