Dear You,
I am cold since the day you left. Because leaving you was almost like death, the only thing is, I am dying a little everyday. But your thoughts refused to be buried.
I search for you in every stranger down the street, in the face of a man who’s waiting for his lover or the one who couldn’t take eyes off his girlfriend.
I can feel your touch in the wisps of cool breezes or the shaft of sunlight filtering through the trees that kisses my cheeks. It almost like you making love to me everyday without being present.
The truth is you never leave my mind, not even once. You are with me, every hour, every minute, every second of my life and that hurts.
Love,
Me
purnima_thakur 