smell of yesteryears.

I wake up early in the morning.Sometimes i don't sleep,just let the night rule and the silence reign the room.I sit by the window at 5a.m,watching the sun slowly rise.The cold air,the foggy weather seem freeze me.Holding a cup of coffee,when reflecting,it dawns on me,no matter how hard i try to keep my heart cold,my mind conscious,my heart is easily melted when images of him cross on my mind.
An old song,ancient poem,smell of coffee..All of these always remind me of someone whom i should not remember,should not love,should not keep in my fragile heart for such a long time.

3a.m
3/7/2010