As I look back
And as I look back
and visit the places I went with you ,
A quick flashback takes place
as I find myself right there
by your side , my hand in yours
gazing enchantingly at each other .
A burden of memories,
Lies heavy on my heart
as it realises you are no longer there
Nor is your voice,
Nor are your eyes
and perhaps , that place is just yet another stretch of land
made worthy by our memories, our emotions .
I don’t beam anymore here
like I did that day with you
because you are no longer here
and the images I see are a mirage
an illusory flashback
And nothing, at all , seems true.