Beyond the mist

The dark road of my thoughts pass by I drift into yet another surreal memory of a time gone by for ever of a place never to be the same again, I shall return here I promise my self, but I know it will never be what it once was to me. Why do memories of you haunt me by the dead of night and in the noon of day? I have pushed you away in every sense, yet again you seem to come back. I have merely distracted myself.
We spoke it was an illusion just that a lovely illusion your voice your smile, the sound of your laughter, my cheerful voice all but an illusion, but reality strikes back as soon as the call ends, such is the way of life. It has always been so yet I have never got used to it.
To every high there has been a low. Yet your memories return, words you spoke, places we went, the jokes we endlessly laughed on, and I ask the man up there this may be the only proof that you exist, you must be happy?
The rain falls, causing havoc among the still silent puddle, some where in the distance a bird screeches, and here I am observing how all shall be as I end.