In the darkness, pursuing a myth

whose existence is an illusion of my mind.

Seeking scattered memories

tarred by distance and time.

Picking a knobless door

which is without a lock.

To peek into her life.

but far she is gone

Only her footsteps remain.

They trace back to false memories.

Which she fabricated to deny my existence.

She is barely capable of recalling my name.

But indeed, the love I gave her remains.

I would never see her again.

The rope of destiny pulled us apart.

I once tried to reach for her grip.

But far she is gone