Lost love

I gape at the ring on my finger for a long time, and then open it with an ache in my heart…..keep it on the table and look at the photo-frame on the buffet……..                                                        A photo of “his and mine”…., ‘looking at each other ,holding hands with a background of a garden……’.                            I stare at it……… 

After a while ……                                            Change it with a new photo of “mine standing alone…… “
 

I recollect how ‘he’ used to protect me in ‘his’ sheltered bosom….                                          How “he” used to caress me in “his” arms…

But I suffocated when “he” did not believe me….. And hence parted…… 

Since then I don’t know what happened to “him”, but my world seems to have lost all the glory of it’s colours……. 

“He” was someone who has burnt my whole world into ashes, but yet the smoke from every single part of my singe is still in love with “him”……………….