A friend told me
“It’s easy for you,
Compared to mine,
Yours is nothing.”
I said, “So true,
You spent years together…”
Then I think:
I didn’t spend years together with him,
I didn’t hug him once,
I didn’t hold his hand once either,
We were very platonic,
But I hold him so close,
To my heart,
I imagine everyday
Walking along with him forever,
What I felt with him in few days,
I feel only with my mom so far,
How could I take it easy
As he is married to another girl?
It’s not his face,
It’s not his touch,
Or it’s not anything physical
I miss every day,
It’s his musical voice,
It’s his unconditional love,
It’s all his abstractness,
I miss every moment,
Even after many years.
If no one or nothing reminds me
Of him once an hour,
Then it’s easy!