They say, we realize the importance of a person when he or she is far away from us.
Then why do I feel the same?
The same urge to hold you from behind. The same urge to kiss you when you are sleeping. Or the same urge to cuddle with you.
Perhaps this wasn’t the actual part. We were so much dependent on each other that, we forgot to live our life. We forgot to embrace all those difficulties and love each other. We forgot to become independent.
We tied ourselves with promises, with assurance and false illusions. We caged our spirit and turned ourselves fragile.
They say wounds heal with time,
then why do every knock on my door still makes my heart race?
In anticipation. The hope that you ignited once is still burning deep within covered by the ashes.
The feeling of emptiness has never being comforting. I am fatigued by the torments you brought upon me but day in day out I stare at the street through the broken windowpane, aimlessly waiting for the moment that will never come.
You know what is painful?
The memories. They are not only mine but yours.
The micky mouse clock to those tiny slippers, they are now the ghosts of the nightime. The live memories that lurk in the darkness waiting to be noticed.
In somedays my situation worsens and in those days I wear your stripped payjamas and that white shirt and wander through the rain drenched city in the hope of discovering you again the same way I did, ten years back.