Pale,frail,cold and somnolence etched over her wrinkled face.Her dark unforgiveable eyes were drawing me closer to her as it used to do when we were staying together as strangers,years ago.
I couldn’t remember more until she caught my trembling hands and took me to the corner,from where,I could not see her half lit face but could see how the faint street light was playing in abundance over her long flowing overgrown skirt…
Before any words were out I could feel a tangy old slice of a lemon like scent over my mouth and all I could do was leaving the scent spread my unforgiving body and I close my eyes in an anticipation…
It was not that too long that it would seem like a moment of stillness had arrived but the rains had come uninviting causing a strange bereavement.
As she was walking away I know that I lost nothing but my memories, stocked in the corner of my half torn coat,unused and unworn..