Melancholy

        It was over.. The months of a false pretense had come down crashing all around. The layer of illusion before him was ripped apart by the harsh knife of truth. It wasn't to be. The many moments which had now rolled off into the baggage of memories, still hit hard. No matter how much he tried to convince himself of the days to come, the promise they held, it wouldn't heal the wound of the one broken in the days gone by. The melancholy was tangible in the air around. If encompassed all those who tried to break this shell. The shell which he had withdrawn into.
        He shouldered his rucksack and made way to the rock by the shore. It had been his place, once. Long before the messed up moods, this was his place of peace. The memories sweet were now all marred by an emotion of incompleteness. The puzzle he was solving seemingly impossible now. The missing piece he had found was lost in the crowd he had searched for. The gaping hole it left in its absence yearned for the familiar presence. The smile, the very thought of it brought along a river of longing. The shore was empty, not a single soul to trespass upon the boundaries of his vision. The horizon a splash of eventide colours. Mixing, merging mesmerizing the onlooker into a haze of meaninglessness. Yes it was his stupidity to have let his defences down. To lay out a carpet to tread upon with love.. Tread over it was.. crushed and crumbled to wither away...
        He sat there waiting.. waiting for the piece to be found... someday..