My life for you R

dear R,

you would be surprised to know that i don't remember you...that term is strictly reserved for the dead, departed, bygones, belated, extincts and forgotten...but you still live in me...

i can still hear your voice floating through the air to touch my face...i can see your dreams dancing with joy and happiness...i can still feel your touch of warmth, care and love...i can still discern your countless emotions...and i can still feel your pain...the pain which you shared with me...the pain which made you a damsel in distress...

but i hate myself for not being able to be your knight in shining armor...

you have gifted me with a bouquet of vivid memories...i would be able to cherish it even after i would be remembered...but i was incapable of dispersing even a single moment of innumerable beatitude...but you still live in me...cause for a king, you were my Princess...

and just like the Trashcan Man said..."My life for you Cibola"...