21/April/2017
Friday
8:56 pm
>> The rain still smells of us.
Our laughter and blissful kisses echoing. Swirling in the surroundings.
The coffee cup is still in the cupboard.
I see you and me.
Laughing and dancing, pretending to be children.
I see the sun rising in your smile.
I see us running towards the woods.
You catching me at the end.
Like you always did.
But then I never really ran away from you.
I see us sitting on my porch, watching as the rain drops dance and hit the earth.
Your fingers twining in mine.
I feel you cradling my face gently like you hold something precious before you kiss me. I feel the moisture of sky water in your soft yielding lips.
I feel the gentleness, the love and admiration in them.
I feel your hands brushing against my hair.
I smell the woodsy rainy smell of you.
I want these kaleidoscopes of memories to last.
To torment me further.
I have fallen in love with the pain they bring with them.
I feel all of it.
It is raining again.
I'm sitting on my porch.
My hands are empty, just the whisper of wind holds them.
The surroundings are silent.
Just the voices of silent drops.
You are gone.
-Fatima Shaikh
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