Space talks...

They say even if you are pulled behind, you have to “move on”. Whatever happens, you  should remain unaffected as if nothing has happened, as if you will never feel those scars on our hearts again, as if ywill never know the bleeding of its wounds. But, how can I stop feeling him when my diary yells out the words, he had spoken to me once and those crazy times of togetherness?  When the blood running through my body is screaming out the love we shared, how can I disconnect his thoughts and stay unaffected?  

 May be I can walk down those streets all alone passing through the ways which I had walked with him once holding our hands. But can I forget those long conversations and its cosiness we shared further in our life? Believe. When I see hundred couples walking their love on street, I cannot pretend that he is not with me. I cannot stop being emotional. May be I can throw away those good old photographs of us, but I cannot forget the moments we had shared so intimately posing for it. 

  

They know all this. 
And still they say, “Move on...” 
 

What are we?

Notes written on sand waiting until the waves wash it away? Or Leaves murmuring in the wind unknowing of its fall arriving in autumn? We are the characters changing roles without knowing the story we are living.

Fine...I will move on.  But  when the flash lights on my mobile ask me, where are his messages;  when  the half bitten lunches inquire me, who will steal the rest; when the other side of coffee table searches, why am I alone; when the dried roses start asking, why is he gone -  what answers should I give? 
When people leave us, the space begins to talk...