literature poetry writing


He’s not the human I fear losing
his voice echoes are my favourite kind of musings
I don’t struggle to reminisce every moment I had spent with him
closing my eyes and the flashback starts to begin
He’s my first forever after and the tears suppressed by my laughter.
His quietness is still desirable,
I still can engrave my poems staring
his glaring eyes
his giggling face indefinable.
He isn’t the sun to my moon
he isn’t the brightest ray of sunlight too
He is just the feeling of belongingness that I crave every morning,
emotion bomb that I store in my heart
and the only butterfly remaining in my abdomen which never yearned to leave my body.
-Riya Shah

By Ray


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