Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.

The tears of my eyes watered your heart but failed to evoke a response from the barren grounds of what beats in you. They will still come and I will welcome them because they contain you.

If not towards his case to give him glimpses of what could be a happy future, it stayed back at least to warrant her happiness, stayed back with the pain that strangely didn’t hurt anymore.

That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.

The pain would not leave him. It came to him like the tide that hits the sea.