The Last Meeting

THE LAST MEETING, I remember the most doomed day in my life in which the unfathomable anguish of love made me drown into the horrid loneliness abyss. It was a gloomy despairful evening where we both met at last and it remained as of last forever. While she was walking on the sides of misunderstanding's pavement I stood quietly beneath the shadows of her memories.

I could hear the sayings, the promises, and every single word she spared with me whenever I am subjected to have the blissfulness of twilight falls on me and now the blossoms of her memories are all alone with me.

I had never been so reluctant to her as the way she was. I was in her but not is in her and I wish to will in her. As like the phenomenon of light where the different colours of it merge to form the colour of peace, I wish to would merge the memories of her to reform the past in present.