I would write with my closed eyes, you: as my whole universe

I would write how love can change a person into a universe for someone

I would write the loudest sound which could be produced to pronounce your name with love

I would write the depth of sea and oceans in World to describe the depth of my love for you

I would make it possible to tell the world that how much important you are to me, through my writings

If I would have the art of writing

I would write you as moon and me as a pheasant

I would write you like wind and me as dust

I would write you as the only reason for my smile in the whirlpool of sorrows

I would write you as the King of love and me as a follower

I would write you as my rise, glory, victory

If I wouldn’t be able to write anything for you I would simply write that life isn’t possible without you

This is the only you who’s keeping me alive, fresh, and breathing

If I wouldn’t be able to write anything for you I would write you as mine and me as yours and this will explain that your presence is mandatory for my survival.

Is it possible?

One day you will have plenty of time
And I will show you my sorrows by tearing the thread of my shawl woven with my cravings.

Is it possible?
My back is to the back of the "universe" on a cement bench on the beach
And let the sea hear our words and make the noise of love alive.

Is it possible?
One day you come with your own memories
And put your head on my shoulder and say
"Why do you remember me so much... you draw attention to yourself without even paying attention."

Is it possible?
It's evening by a lake ...
And in the shadow of the light of the fireflies flying by the lake, I will manage your compulsions before you.

I know ...
It's possible ...
If you want
It's possible ...

A place having a lot of memories! Did you ever think to go alone there? To sit outdoor and watch the traffic alone? Would your outing have been complete without me? Even that waiter who was aware of your choice taking honey with coffee will notice that you're coming alone. He used to bring honey for you and brown sugar for me because maybe he thought everything was going to stay here forever as we liked that time. And so it was.... It was??? No... Everything had changed.
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Tell me how it's been when I wasn't here? Doesn't the cashier still ask about why you come alone? Or why you got one latte? Do you still share at the comment card a little longer, as once I wrote "I don't like coning to this place alone" do you still park you cycle and look around as I was there. So if you see me, would you wait for or hold her hand and would walk away? Tell me someday.