Sometimes, I lay on bed with my pillow, wet.
Under the blanket, making my body warm.
My head hurts.

My heart aces.
Looking through my contact list,
I realize I've got no one to share my sorrows.

The past remains as it is.
But the regret never ceases to hunt.
Life has changed. Life has collapsed

All that brings a little smile
is listening to them
and understanding them.

Being the person they need
to trust, rely, share
and to protect them.

What matters if at all, aloneness hunts?
Infact, it has been faithfully by my side.
We always accompanied each other.

At the least, I can be there for them.
They matter to me.
Gosh! it hurts.

So, I just lay weeping, listening to music
And write because
It takes away a little of my sadness.

(25-12-20/11:33pm)
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