It aches ...
I have quit talking about you ,
Thinking it'll do any good.
Whenever I say "I'm better" ,
I know I don't sound convincing ...
You are still a part of this life ,
But now , it aches.
I have submitted myself to your absence
As if you're the umbrella on a rainy day
The rainbow after a rainfall - I see you around
Held by someone else or out of my grasp.
My only question is ,
Do you think about me the same way I think about you ?