when you speak!

You spoke about friendship.
The one which was so precious to me,
The one which I was painting so carefully in my heart.
It was becoming more beautiful day by day.
It was about to touch its perfection
But then I realized ...
It never turned out to have your face in it.
I tried to correct it .. in vain.
I had no tool left for help.
Even the handful bunch of memories
which I hold so tightly to my heart has skipped from my hands....
like the white loose sand I collected from the beach.
The more I hold tight I more I lost.
Now that I have an empty hand....
I think I have all reasons to be sad..
It makes me cry...
When you speak about friendship.