Sunlight in her hair — 

She came in and she drove away; sunlight in her hair. Far away — far enough to blind my mind and yet, not my eyes. I still see her in the midst of the emptiness which engulfs the space which holds all. Who was she? I’ll never know. I don’t want to. I never will. What I know, however, holds rare beauty. Beauty which was born from romanticizing reality, yet a beauty which is real and true. An illusion, it may be. It definitely is; an illusion I am ready to live with for the rest of my life. We shared moments; very few. And what we threw, shook and took in those few moments are all that we will ever have. And that is all we need. The rest plays on and on and on; never pausing to think, never reasoning — only letting go to take control; and again. The instant she left — she soared and came into being. Born in me, not to meet her end till the day i fell. What I remember of her; her face, her fingers, her fervour; they don’t matter anymore. All that matters now is what I saw her as. She may not have been all that I absorbed. She might’ve been more, maybe less. Noone can know. But something I saw in her lives on in me, in her form — in my eyes. My mind may not acknowledge it everytime, but I can see it through my eyes, time after time. It may fade away from who she is and become an insignificant aspect of her personality. Yet to me that is all she is and that is precisely what I need her to be. That bit of her which is mine. She, who is in me.