You’ll be fine’
You said, and I believed you.
How come my heart skips when my phone beeps?
And I would seek traces of you in every woman I see.
How come food tastes sour now without your smile to garnish it?
And I’ll always search for my appetite like a missing shoe lace.
‘You’ll be fine’, you said, and I believed you.
But the doctor said my pressure is higher now.
‘Reduce your thoughts, you’re still young’ he divulged.
But thoughts are the only gifts you left me and I guard them like a Shepherd, to make sure none goes astray.
I still feel your fingers locked in between mine as our lips caress the warmth of passion.
In those moments, my eyes are brightened with life you took away and upon realization, I fall back like a deflated balloon.
‘You’ll be fine’, you said, and I still believe you.