witnesses

i suddenly have nothing to write.. or i am not thinking.. rather..
i am too pre-occupied..
poor me!!!
you leave me in that state..every day..
when i get up..i go to sleep.. i buy chocolates..or walk up the cobbled pathway,matching the patterns..
i am with you, and only you..
for the evening walks, colored balloons and bottles, auto-drivers, the timers on metro stations..
they blink at me..and then i go..
they think i ignored them..but they make me remember them..
making me to relate them to you..

and you become important again.