Reverie

It was the dark cold night of December. I remember when I first saw him that day, I noticed something strange in his expression, usual love is not there in his eyes. Instead of noticing it, I smiled at him. He did not say even a single word. Something was holding my tears because I can see the coldness of night in his eyes. I hold his hand, and start walking. While walking on the bridge by holding his hand I no longer felt the comfort of his hand. He said something that made me cry without letting out any visible sighs. Hot tears started flowing on my cheeks and making my clod skin wet. I did not hear what he saying to me, because explaining after breaking is useless. When he get tired of explaining, he hold my face with both hands, and looked into my eyes, to make me shout at him. But I disappointed him one more time by saying nothing. He drew my face, and hold my right hand. He squeezes my hand to give it comfort but nothing can give me comfort anymore. He started to move away from me, and I get a freeze at the same point, where I was standing. Tears was flowing on my cheeks, and my body seems trembling. I wanted to shout to request him not to leave me, wanted that he turn around one last time so i can make him stop. But nothing can stop those who want to leave you neither of your tears nor of your shouts. He fades away slowly and everything gets white, and I wake up. After waking up I realized I was sitting on my rolling chair in the library and I saw the same dream thrice in a week. That dream make me recite the same poem that I recite every time I saw that dream.
Again the same dream
Make me remember the same pain.
When you left me alone,
Due to worldly fame.
Again I asked the same question,
To my old self whom I left,
After the day, you left me with lots of pain.
Is it worthy to remember
Who once had completed you
But who also left you
When you need them most.