This lake reminds me of Veronica, her blue ocean eyes and the sparkle in them whenever she would sit by this lake. I feel her here more than anywhere else.
The lake reminds me of her peaceful presence and how, I was always the gusty wind rippling through her tranquil mind. The shimmer in her eyes used to be brighter than those million stars painted on the sky. Her laugh soothing yet mischievous, like a small child ready to steal some handful of candies.
Many summers we have spent together watching the sunset by the lake, as the pinkish orange hues reflected upon the still water used to match her blush adorned cheeks.
Many nights we have spent wrapped in a blanket , roasting marshmallows over a small fire, star gazing and talking nonsense till the morning.
This lake was her safe heaven and she was mine, but she is gone, so I visit our precious memories everyday as I sit by her grave, yes she asked to me bury her near her safe heaven, and now when my tears don't stop, the gusty wind dries them and it feels like she is wiping my tears and soothing my heart like she used to do back when we were young love.
I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and his memories painted my empty sky with blue strokes and white clouds again.
The colourless remnant of my existence gained a bit of hue. My cold and dead heart found warmth again.
But the mere bliss of his memories didn't last long.The blue sky of his remained blue and mine was colorless again.
Fallen dream of us together in love belongs to me and his love only belongs to her. Life created a world for us in the past, where now I'm the only living corpse, whereas he lives in another world brimming with love.
I'm usually high on his carefree smile, though none is for me, its only reserved for her. His sky beholds her with happiness and my sky beholds our precious memories.
Now I can't find any similarities between us as we are world apart.
//Tears are long lost, my soul is numb, blue sky is my only escape from the ache of love and there is also a bottle of rum.//