Time again

I was slowly dying a death which not many would ever know, of unreciprocated love, of unbounded affection and lastly of sentimental nostalgia. At least I knew what sort of death I was plagued with. Set free now, I search high and low for a reference point. Those before was way too long ago and those recent are those I want to forget. Grappling with time and struggling with meaning what value is left of life except for memories which only I could recall?

Love forgives but time deceives.