By Vaidehi Sharma
It has been fifty four days since I saw you, and just in case you think that I have forgotten the formation of your face, then you are wrong. If you think that I haven’t even tried that, you’re wrong again. You should have warned me that it’s our last meeting, so that I could wrap my whole world in my arms. Everything has changed so far, I’m not able to recognize myself. I was a worm working slowly, then a woman, and ever since you left, a warrior. Every hour is so bleak. When i felt nothing, I felt you. Your enamoring existence forms the last evidence of our emotions. I feel your presence here like everything is as it was. You still cuddle me the way you used to, you listen to me like before. Your camera is still placed between us, your keys, your glasses, your shoes, lying in the same place. The place next to me is empty, just to make sure you’re there, with my head on your shoulder. You’re the home of my fear-fighting spirit. You’re the heart that pumps my blood. I want our breaths to share the same air. I want to witness how you eat your favourite food, or sip on to your favourite drink, how the colour of the sky amazes you. How dark nights haunt you, the wrinkles on the edges of your smile. I want to hold your hand when you can’t even hold a glass of water. You are the indelible ink of my imagination, we’ll walk through the aisles of eternity. You, yes you are enough to ignite those insecurities. But I don’t need you anymore, even the weakest of my parts don’t long for you. You are my imprimis impletion till last.