The heart and mind is empty,
As empty as this space.
Just like a designer,
Even I reconstruct my memories.
Like three years ago, the very same day,
We raised a toast, for the very first time,
With the crystals filled with Jim beam.
The ambience smelled Italian,
And we were served vegetarian.
The music was classic that got the conversation to flow,
And I was drowning into you, very slow.
With every passing day,
The construction of the space changes;
As the designs of days are engraved in my memory,
And just like my heart and mind, the space is empty.