“Please don’t go. Don’t leave me.”

I remember I had tears in my eyes as I said this.

She came to me like the first rays of light to pierce the sky after a heavy downpour.

“Don’t go. I don’t want to be alone anymore,” I said with bitter tears, squeezing her tight like my life depended on her.

It’s unfortunate. She’s not mind to hold.

But rather a passing grace.

A lover to another, but peace and prosperity to me.

I’ve been strong for so long, but I was dying inside, and then her embrace melted the Antarctic wasteland growing in my heart.

“What if you don’t come back. Please, don’t leave. I need you”.

Pathetic! I always saw vulnerability as a weakness, but here I am, on my knees, eyes bleeding rivers of tears, for a lady who was sent to do a job and leave.

And she left but left me a better man.

For even if winter comes to demolish me, her summer embrace will forever warm me.

But I wish she was here, with me.

I guess she is happy where she is