A Pencil Work I Need

I do not go where you go, I do not walk on the ways you walk. Your beauty, I do not discuss with my friends. Everyone thinks now nothing is left between you me, and I lie, I have forgotten her, but still I feel someone is chasing me, slowly and gradually is erasing me, your pencil work on a white paper, has not been completely erased, if I continue being chased, I think, I shall lift my brush and I shall paint your pencil work on the white canvas of life. I painted it as I was chased. The years old painting still exists. One again I do not go where she goes, I do not walk where she walks, her beauty, with my grandchildren, I do not discuss and I do not talk. Nobody thinks now nothing is left, between me and her, and I lie, I love your grandmother, though I don't feel someone is chasing me, slowly and gradually removing the dust from the painting of life. I wish I could paint once again, a new painting of life, but there is no pencil work from her!