A month before, I didn’t know you would be gone. That’s scary more than knowing that you are gone. Deep I know. I remember every bit of you. Like you holding me with your hands like a baby who doesn’t know how to walk on the stairs of life yet. Do you know I see your picture and I don’t cry? Not because I don’t want you back or doesn’t feel the loss that happened to me and broke me apart. I want you but I ignore. Cause thinking of you makes my heartache.
Riya where are you, come back before 6 isn’t the only thing I miss. These days I don’t come back at 6. Not because I am free but my home doesn’t have my favourite being. The one who waited for me every time I go far. I miss you and I don’t want anybody to know because making it a big facade isn’t us. I wish I could live you a little more. I wish you were my only chore. I wish I could spend a little more time with you. I wish, I wish, I wish.