another day..

In a different surrounding once again, and the change I feel around is what makes me go on after the debacle. I talk to myself, or may be I talk to you. I tell you what I feel each moment, I tell you what it felt like when you were there with me. I tell you how wonderful our togetherness was. And strangely I feel happy for the moment, but then the realization sinks in again.
Things go around, and (they say) come back again. Life moves on, as for you, so for me. But this transition is the hardest, and words are all I have.
But as in life, so has this taught me lessons. Lessons which are too diverse as of now, to be thought out rationally. Its the moment when you feel all too much, and try to run away from these realities. But as in life, so have these realities a tendency to pull you back.
For each moment we have lost, for each moment we could have had, for each moment that we stay apart..
For all the happy times, for all we had had,
Its all right.