I call my dream 'She'

She was blind. And I was mute - when she was around. She talked wild. I liked it or rather enjoyed it.

I was angry, I laughed like a kid, I went back to my my school days, I became a father, a dog, everything and anything - in her stories - in my imaginations.

When did she come to my life? She was there from the beginning or whenever I wanted I would say. No, whenever she liked.

I never could imagine one day she is going to walk out. Now I see the vast and empty world she covered with her presence. But why did she take my tears along with her?