This one was a draft from October 2012 - it was a Fall turning into winter then..

Staring at this empty path, as I lose the delusion of you being here - I realize that this feeling cannot be phrased in any conventional way of expounding love! It inheres in the pavement grass and sleeps beneath the untarnished night. This wandering around for days and months and years countless (in number as they are), has rendered this ramble to be so very ours that, this evening walkway, bent branches and orange lamp - all are acquired to us along the way. This square we round around is now nothing but a round - so round that each end of it creates another walking along of us. This limited proximity that defines the distance between us, these unintentional touches at the trivial points somewhere adjoining us, this you that is here yet not, this faint smoke of cigar that is part of my obviousness now - this journey cannot be perceived by any feeling I have ever known!