After months of growing apart, the little insignificance have bit by bit accumulated into a wall and alienated us... And today when you are not with me, I am alone enough to count the nails piercing deep in my heart, studded like the door of a treasure house... And I arrange my silence in the vase of the lonely hours and try to balance the bouquet with memories of hands held, laughters reciprocated and the different colours of life shared...and as I sit within the swell of my heartbeat, I long for you...But it is too late…...…for I no longer get your touch...for your kisses are not mine anymore...for you are so far away from me...for you are not here any longer to tell me of our future that you have planned...for you are not here anymore to half-turn to go and yet stay back.