People ask me ...can't you just move on ?
And the romantic and hopeless me just smiles and always says :
The Breathe in me ,
Is breeze from his ,
The shell of me ,
Is carved from existence of his,
The heart in me ,
Beats with name of his ,
How could I forget,
Everything of his ,
When dying hope in me ,
Still waits to see a shadow of his
- It's me D.J ( my pen name )