Relics of the past 

Sitting amongst the relics of her life,

Looking the wrinkles on her skin,

Her thoughts are haunted by him,

The howling wind outside 

No match to the whirlwind of memories 

In her mind ,

She remembers seeing him for the first time 

His beautiful smile,

Kissing him under the full moon, 

The merged lives, laughter love and tears

The pain and the fading of life,

The final call that wrenched him away forever 

All the colour seemed to be sucked out with him, 
Her life became a never ending dull grey, 

She waits with hope for the end 

So that she can meet him again .. 



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