And then, you Weren't
The day you died
I did not cry
I didn't hide the pain
I didn't run from the numbness.
I sat there
As something broke
Something fundamental inside me
Stopped breathing
As you took your last breath.
It was as if the earth stopped spinning
Suddenly
And I flew off and hit my head
On a blunt object.
It was that dulling pain that burns..
So hot that it consumes your being...
A pile of ember, my flesh..
I lay there
Weightless..like charcoal after the last bit of heart has burned and no longer lights
Waiting
To be carried away
By a gust of wind.
Blowing in no particular direction..
Everywhere
And
Nowhere
Si multaneously.
Like you..
You were something tangible one minute
Then if
Existing only as a figment of my imagination..
In the dreams of a madwoman..
I grapple with myself
Convincing myself you were real.
Touch your clothes..
That I can't bare to part with
Open the closet
And inhale for the scent of YOU..
Your essence barely lingers.
It's holding on by its fingernails before it's pulled away to wherever you are.
I don't know what to do with myself..
No one knows what to make of me..
People speak
I hear a stream of empty words
Sounds with no meaning
My glossed over eyes, and tired mind can not comprehend..
Sweet, kind, empathetic, sad..
They can be loving
Or a tirade of obscenities.
I'm numb to it all..
I don't know how to pick up the pieces..
How do I mend my shattered soul?
poem by Rabia Minhas
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