spring.

I can't write more about you. Are you ebbing away from my consciousness. You come to me like a fading memory, it's meaningful, it isn't like before. Are we syncing with these feelings at our ends? Perhaps, we never fell in love. Infatuations are shortlived , really it is. I guess I've forgotten you. The more I recollect the more I long For nothingness to engulf my everything. You've passed away like those wintry breeze Among the cold, disappearing gusts faraway.. Until I could remember those glances Here, it's spring already. _Tashil.