If I'm not wrong, It's been 3 years since it happened...
The fateful day that took you away,
today,
is the day that you became my first,
since 4 years ago...
I'm sorry,
that I didn't realise it earlier...
sorry for that I didn't cherish you,
give you the affection that you rightfully deserve...
I've forgotten...
Maybe I'm not fit to be a person you once lived with...
It was fate,
that brought us together...
that brought me to the place where you lay now today...
that showed me all the signs...
or
maybe you are still calling out to me, watching me from a distance...
it's like a miracle...
for such a thing to happen...
White symbolises nothing ...and the echoes symbolises the heart ... Unsignificant sounds... Quiet tears... The raging blood that flow through our veins... Gentle touch... As though a leaf brought swiftly by the wind, onto the plain field... Full of pain and sorrow...yet un-noticed~

