The pillow has endless tears..
Muffled cries is what the quilt hears..
Blank stare is what the mirror bears..
Tear stains is something, shower clears..
Life has stopped
Breaths are hitched
My presence is a question..
Death maybe is a correct assumption…
You left thinking the memories will fade
The innumerable ones, which together we made..
You thought,your warmth would no longer be my crave
No sorry, I’m yet not that brave..
Why din’t you take me along
Isn’t your life where I belong..
If now also you’ll come..
I’ll feel my breaths are still some..!!