I’ve been calculating the amount of memories we’ve made together.
Well, it’s not an easy task to calculate such things without a calculator especially when you know how much of those countless moments you have been making in those little minutes of togetherness.
Everything is complex in itself.
When in love, one has to take care of his belongings as this world is a kind of theatre in its own way.
You keep watching different scenes with different characters playing a role never the same.
You cross paths with a thief sometimes and sometimes you cross paths with Juliet to some other Romeo of your kind.
We keep meeting and we are meant to meet different faces and sometimes it’s hard to keep in mind who crossed paths with you a few moments back.
I don’t know if it’s me myself who failed to take care of you as a belonging to my heart or was it the society who failed us.
All I remember is that I was busy loving you and never took a risk of misplacing you as I’ve took care of you as you are way more worthy than the life in me.
I’m not here to blame tonight, it’s just that I’m on the lookout for you.
Looking out for you ever since the moment I lost you.
I didn’t lose you like someone who loses his wallet while walking on the streets.
Instead, I lost you while you were standing right in front of me.
So close to me yet fleeing away forcibly from me.
The moments which are considered as a moment of our last meet up, weren’t the final ones but another kind of interval, Love.
It’s not the end yet, as I’ve mentioned earlier.
My heart has recently lodged a missing complaint and unless I have you again, there’s gonna be a state of funeral in my life.
There are parts of me which have died while the moments of losing you were happening a while back.
I keep crying and that’s what makes me attend my own funeral emotionally and mentally.
I don’t find anything beautiful other than memories caught up in photographs and my heart.
I no longer have cravings for some particular kind of dish or some good old music.
The heart still beats and it’s a sign that one of the most important part of me is alive and to keep it that way, I need you.
I want you.
My love for eternity.
It’s getting a little difficult to type as my eyes have been turning blurry with that salt water again.
And here comes the moment where I turn into a saint with silence to promote and no words to exhale.
Love you, Love.
© Poetic Devdas