Pearls of a snapped necklace...

She was my half....

Like a shadow on the crescent moon... I was the soul of her mortal frame....

She was the fragrance in my air...
We were inseperable like time and space. I was the void in her vacuum. I was hers and she was mine. And when she left, I died. Not once but twice. And nothing more but the most pristine emotion of human nautre, sorrow, stood solid, paying respect to the exequies of my love.

I fell down like pearls of a snapped necklace..... Scattering and falling apart with dismembered uncertainty.

What pity...!! Even my most honest feelings couldnt stop her from leaving. I would've loved her even in my penultimate years where every morning opening my eyes to the new sunshine would need a grinding effort. Eyes which stay closely shut through the cold nights in the mist of unfulfilled dreams and death.