And we will miss the words never uttered
We will remember the stares of mysterious eyes;
woven by thread of unmade promise.
In reveries we will eat smell of each other’s skin;
and we’ll miss the beads of sweat on breath.
We’ll search lost breath by blood of heart;
And cry melancholy on frozen window pane,
In hindsight we’ll get the final word;
Of having lost on life forever.
In your departure, there are signs of chill
On frosty winter evenings.
Yes, how can it be untrue?
That autumn follows spring
And winter runs through veins of spring
You’re not with me
And I’ve to live this dark
Shayesta Nazir loves reading, writing, coffee, music and feminism in that order. She has immense love for written word and spends much of her time with reading and creative art. She has done her BALLB (Hons) and LLM and also masters in English. She loves to write on themes of Providence, Spirituality and love.