Yugantar Writes

You should see me walk now, Or, maybe you shouldn't But I know you would not recognize me, or at least stare for a minute before having a hint. Buy, If you see me walking, on these streets where I once imagined walking with you. Hand in hand, like we once did, The road leading to your house; Carefree- it never mattered who were all around. The only thing we thought about was how your hands, fit so perfectly in mine. Because it was all just fine. I was always fine. But, Those hands that once held yours They rest restlessly in my pockets now; In a town, that is mine but is new. On these streets, that aren't but feels new. Sounds awful, But, it’s heavy to stay standing For my heart is half the size When you’re gone. You know, You should see me walk now, Or, maybe you shouldn't. I have forgotten to know things, Like, how it's like to walk and know where you're walking to; Know where you want to end up And just simply go there. I'

I keep awake to the dawns, To the windows, painted black And a moment, Just a moment, Before you start, drifting in me Invading my thoughts. And I, End myself up, Groping that cold, stale coffee on my windowsill The last, unfinished mug, From the last night. It's not been long since you left, No occasional message bombs, No exchanges of smiles, No hints dropped. You, You gathered yourself and left one morning, Like there was little, So little left of me, That'd fill you up. You, You left behind a void. A void, A violent void, A void, this empty, A void, that strangles, A void, with nothing. But, Still with a lot. A lot, About, how you had a crush on that guy from next school, About, how you loved momos, About, how you think Hillary'd have made a better president, About, how you'd define love as 'something else' About, how you had a lot in your mind and could only write up a portion. A void. An emptiness, Compelling me