Some wounds are there...moving from one to another... In the end... The eyes would be red and wet , looking away...to the memories made together...

Losses are not the end... Still he seem to be talking to someone...when he is alone...

His hair is caressed by someone in the wind...

They watch rains together..

His body finds rest in someone's shoulder...

Loneliness...is just a feeling..! afterall, The roots cannot forget their trees...!!

They will be weaving flowers to the springs... In a world where they won't age anymore... Where the sounds and touches won't exist...!