Reminiscence

Every step reminds me of what used to be, when there was you and me…

Every year on the 14th day of November, I go back to this place, it was the day I had him, but then completely lost him. We sat along the shore, the soft waves of the cold water touching our toes. He held my hand as the silhouettes of the buildings, the trees, the falling leaves surrounded us.

On that day he vowed to love me until his last breath. The sun was preparing its dawn as it witnessed our love come to an end. As the sun went down, dark clouds filled the sky just like the tears in my eyes. I sat there holding his hands. As the grip of his hands slowly went loose, he rests his head on my shoulders and he whispered, "Goodbye, my love."

Now I sit here all alone. All there is left are the silhouettes of the buildings, the trees, the falling leaves, and my memories. My eyes are filled with the clouds of grey, and there's nothing left to say. The water shows the reflection of the moon, as I whispered to myself, "Honey, I'll see you soon."