I imagined that I would go on well, without you,
I drew the perfect picture of life, without you.
In the picture, I was alone.
The world moves in its own time,
Nothing excites me, nothing interest me.
Nothing momentous
No happiness, nor sadness.
Life presses on with the tireless tandum.

I have never been more wrong...
I feel your absence stronger than ever before.
Your presence looms large in every nook of memory:
The playful dimple each time you flash those enchanting smiles;
The simple conversation that means nothing, but everything;
The quiet silence, disturbed by the sounds of our casual saunter.
Each plays vivid, alive.
Even in your absence, I dream your presence
It was only then,
I realised,
I really miss you...