Reminiscing

It's a cobweb or a jigsaw puzzle?
Or it's just time streaming forward?
Moments and faces lose their shape and fade out,
People you have allowed to shear your heart
walk past you nonchalant
with a new song in their heart,
You fall apart,despite yourself,
and dwell upon your rights,
the pluses and minuses that tell you
that may be you never deserved love.
But you gave away unreserved
without thinking,
what darkness and deceit awaited you.

Your violated self doesn't revolt, but questions only,
because love still lives, for its own,
like a cloudless sky changing its colours softly,
evanescent and lingering sometimes.

The beloved that was born of love,
lost itself somewhere,
but your widowed self turns
the yellow pages sometimes,
in tender melancholic moments,
and holds the dead to the heart.

Another eventful weary day ends ,
without intimate conversations between
lonely souls,
and without the maddening touch of love.