End or beginning?

 Pc- Atul Bhandari

We were sitting on the roof of our home. It was the month of December and the sky was clear. Clouds were scattered here and there, mountains had got their first snowfall. Under the sun, you were busy with your plants and I was reading my book half heartedly. My mind was revolving around you. I picked up my dairy and wrote, 

Long ago in the land of pines, 

Two hearts like parallel lines, 

which they thought weren't 

meant for each other, smiled. 

In the month february

love sprout between them

and bloomed like a

flower in the month of spring. 

The flower kept blooming

in summer, rains, winter and autumn, 

Despite of every storm and heat

it didn't withered. 

Now it's the twilight,

the flower is old, 

the gust of wind came

to carry the seeds

and place them in 

the land of young hearts. 

I stopped writing and looked at you. You were not there. And my poem again remained incomplete without you.