Twisted promises.

My soul is now a painful land where you once landed to watch the battle between my heart and my brain. The scars from that battle are still fresh enough that no one ever visited this living flesh and blood the way you did. It’s been a while since you left, but the glorified sun still fools me with your shadow and the stormy nights play with my dreams like it’s a toy. My subconscious mind is continuously thanking the wet pillow for making me dry from inside and thanking that single song for helping me to stay strong, all alone.

The echo of your laugh, the familiar smell of your perfume in the air, everything is killing me from inside. It’s like each of them are taking a U- turn to your place to remind me of your presence. I am alive with my incomplete sleep and our dreams attached, fighting with myself to make it a bit better life without you.

Sometimes, the telephone of happiness rings in an empty warehouse of memories just to clear the dust from your frame. I have unposted letters filled with unspoken words, blurred memories with incomplete dreams. I wish I would have poured my heart in front of you and made you the owner of those secrets, I wish I would have asked you to stay back under the rain a bit longer, I wish I would have hold onto you even when the time wasn’t right. I wish, I wish and only I wish.

You promised you would come back and you did. As calm as sea filled with mud and blood, wrapped in a tricolor. You always liked to confuse me, and you did it again, for one last time. My heart said, cry, cry like there is no tomorrow. My brain said, be a proud better-half and give them an example of bravery. Huh! 

And only if I could go back in time to get your soul back into your body so that I can get mine into my living flesh, it would have been a different story. You left. And my life stopped. The butterflies in my stomach are dead too. You took the soul and the glow with you. And now, like the moon, I have a side, so dark that even the stars couldn’t shine on it. I have side, so cold that even sun couldn’t burn on it. This is our story, let’s take a pause and meet for a moment where the sky meets the earth, where the evening is waiting for its night and the destiny is waiting for its traveler. Till then, I’ll love the memory of you like a wolf loves the moon.