We used to walk together, at night, along the seashore.
We used to talk together in front of the sea\'s moist breath and its noisy waves.
We used to sit, at night, on the concrete blocks, meditating the reflection of the moonlight on its black waves.
You used to tell me it is going to be Okay, and my fears would gradually fade away.
You used to tell me a lot of amusing stories to distract me away from my excruciating pains.
You used to make the night seems brighter by painting its darkness with the pink paint of your love and care.
You used to offer me a shelter when the furious depressing night roars and menacingly shows its ugly teeth.
You used to offer me shelter when the abusive world growls and rudely displays its deformed face.
You used to tell me about big dreams and about a prosperous future.
You used to tell me this life is exclusively reserved for the strong ones and the brave.
You used to tell me that I should keep focusing my gaze on the bright reflection of the moonlight, not on the blackness of the sea waves.
I think you were right, and right now, I am focusing my gaze on the reflection of the moonlight on your black gravestone.