A piece from the past

I am only a harbor on the ocean.
People only come to me when they need a rest,
when they need something.
I am a place where no one stays.
Everyone comes and sails away.

And then you came.
The lonely harbor became more alive.
The ocean seemed bluer.
The wind blew peacefully.
The birds sang prettier.

But I am a place where no one stays.
Like everyone, you sailed away.
Taking away my blue ocean, peaceful wind and pretty birds.
And now I am a haunted harbor,
Forever haunted by the beautiful images of you.


-written on January, 15th 2012.


p.s: I don't even remember what this poem is all about.
p.p.s: THIS IS MY 100TH POST!!!