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!