Emptiness

My book fluttered and showed it was empty as I had not scribbled anything from many days. One day as I woke up I felt like I have got up from the slumber of pain.I felt like ill be that new one.

It will not matter - I knew.

I could see myself waiting, hoping with hopeless moments- I know it was my insanity to look forward to the day where we can reunite once again.

My gallery was full of his pictures, he was my main topic in my writings, he was shining bright in my canvas as well as in the sky. I could see him everywhere in fact he is everywhere.

My pen is calling me to pen out the pain in me, my canvas is searching for his new pic - but I know, it will not matter again.

I always smile through the pain, I send secret messages through the moon, I hold my breath, and then smile, my expectations are clogged with his memories.

I know I can't continue without him that's the reason why I am still holding on to him.. my diaries, my pens, my dim lights are missing him more Ill get back to the work of filling my shallow thoughts with my shallow tears.

What else do I need? Being a poetess is the greatest gift.