An event of artificial smiles, of hurried feet, of men re- polished, of women painted and doted upon.
A ribbon cut and a display of old wine in a new bottle.
And then Grey Wisp enters,a comfort and yet at once brings in a swirl of emotions within as he revokes memory , thought and you within me.
A few moments of meaningless chatter, amidst veiled emotions and a veiled wisp.
Perhaps Grey Wisp was the only soul who knew what you meant to me, who just measured my veiled ways with an all understood smile.
A smile that smiled itself almost months ago, when Grey Wisp turned around to catch me watching your receding figure against a glass door that destiny made us walk through together.
Perhaps Grey Wisp knew I would never matter to you the way you did to me and that is why he chose silence against an understanding only he managed to find.
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