I know you, sir.. Your smile is familiar and so are your calloused hands. If i remember rightly , you were the one who broke my heart? Weren't you? Ah! Memories , they bring tears like the first showers of monsoon and yet joy to last a lifetime..strange! Isn't it? Your pensive eyes , they have matured.. You are older my dear.
I see the streak of grey in your hair....and yes, i am older too, but i am the same Sara whose heart you smashed like a jar of glass, i was shattered . My wound was fresh and i was alone but you did not come back to pick up the pieces of my heart which lay on the ground , scattered. Nor did you return the piece i had left with you.. Great feat! And i told you i would never come to you begging , when the nights were cold ...i hugged myself ...when the days harsh ..i pushed me on ...yet, today i stand asking for that piece of my heart to fill the dark hole in my soul.for without that i feel incomplete , my body tossed into a chasm of suffering. I think of our good times together , and i realized what a seasoned thief you were to steal my heart !!!