I look at a photograph of yours,
And I thought I was strong,
That I had mourned enough,
And that I had moved on.
But a tear whelms in my eye,
And as it trickles,
Through my face,
I recall every detail about us.
And I miss the feeling of warmth and protection,
Of being loved and being in love,
Of being understood and touched,
Of feeling good and inspired.
And I know that you are not there any more,
But I so wish you were,
Because I feel all crumbled and lost,
And you are not there to fix that any longer.
I cry myself to sleep,
Hoping that someday in the future,
I will have sorted everything out,
And days like these will just be memories.
~A Poem By Fizaah Faiyaz, © 2013