The Soulful Atom

The strange veg starter on my plate which no one else seems to like..
The pulchritudinous clouds promising to drench me with memories..
The oddly aged couple by me side..
The opening and closing of my eyes..
and the ticking of the digital clock..
The realization that the weekend has come to an end..
And so has the possibility of calmly spending time with your memories..
What comes next might prove to be a torture of sorts..
I hope not though, hope it shall be as calm as the weekend has been though devoid of your sight..
The memories linger, never leave my side..
Not many in number and therefore, perhaps, so special..
The heart doing a back-flip at the sight of a new mail in the box..
The pseudo smell of paper..
The loss of words but the intense desire to out something in words..
And then leaving empty space.. Which seems to have become a routine..
The missing and still not missing part seems entirely new however..
So words flow out randomly, even entangled making no sense..
But the come out perhaps for a reason.. :)
No rhyme but yes a reason..

- The puppet? The Super Bitch? or shall it be the Unnamed?

CP: Hmm.. we need to stuff some sense into you..

BP: Let it flow.. flow flow flow away daharling!! :D **rhyme rhyme rhyme who needs a rhyme, not me in the least, i don't need a rhyme, a reason will do just fine, (as long as its sprinkled with some chocolate or a beer with a lemon) ;)**