The Forbidden Existence

How are you?
Okay, i guess.
except, you left me
and all i am now is, the
surface of reminiscences
we wove together when
i was little,
the remembrance of the
touch of your rough skin exists
even after ages,
how i used to wrap my tiny hand
against your wrinkled
wearied fingers,
the vibration of the sound
your throat echoed
when you called out for me,
the rusty mark of your
still pierces my soul,
like any other day,
I’ve chose to remain  quite.
back then,
my eyes questioned you ,
though, they still
seek an answer
but, mostly
all this while,
they’ve dug your presence.
all i am now is, the surface
of our musty reminiscences Read More