The bird fly pass. The watch keeps ticking. The traffic trails on. The wind does not stop either. Even my heart is pumping.

I spot a bag on a lady's shoulder; it's white. White. Your favourite colour. Depicts how I can be fine all through and the most mundane things kick me all the way back. How am I supposed to carry on?

Not that I to want to move on. I do not. I won't. I refuse to, despite the nudgings from my friends. I will ache and ache. I will reminisce you forever. I will continue like you are here. Because you are, here with me.

I will do all the things we used to. Beaches and galleries, I will explore just as as we talked about on late nights cuddled in each other's arms. I will paint for two. I will knit for two. I will miss you.

I will my write your name in the sand. I will say your name in the air. In my books I shall scribble.Memories of you, us, will fill my mind. You will come to me in my dreams. Because you're mine. You always will be.

Life journeys along its course. Like nothing happened. Like I did not watch your eyes stare pointlessly. Everyone is going about their day. But I can't. My person is gone. Isn't this crazy?

I will not be sad, at least not for long. I shall go about doing all these without despair. I do not want you drenching me from up there. It will be hard enough already without your hands in mine.

But I will. And when there's a will, there's a way.

You are my will, we will find a way. I enter the bus, with you in my mind. Let life stir me its way, till my will find me mine. Ours.