Dear love, Highways and boulevards aside, there have been sunshine and thunderstorms to remind me of your ruffled hairs and my unheld palms. The sea has been calm, it hasn't seen your footsteps on the sands. The sea has been rough - your absence, my abstinence, therefore. Light drizzle on night glass, whispering to my left, humming to my own I had what leisure asked for and pleasant offered. But, as I write this letter and the candle burns, I know how silly we are, how blunt! And that when the lightening strikes, it rains somewhere.
Some Memories are hard to hold on So I put them on words.