Sometimes, when you are gone, your smell and smile reside with me, and turn into a bubble that doesn’t burst for days. Sometimes, when you are gone, Spring suddenly turns into Autumn and every green memory falls red. Sometimes, when you are gone, all the happy days get lost & meaningless, just like a horse runs in the meadows. Sometimes, when you are gone, the green of the earth, and the blue of the sky, become hazy. Sometimes, when you are gone, your touch lingers in me, my hands take your form and doodle your name reflexively. Sometimes, when you are gone, the fetish of my passion that was, haunts me in my dreams. Sometimes, when you are gone, the courage veils too, the courage that I need, the one that I should become, and the one that should catch me.