Mar 07, 2026
Today, I felt
something new.
Something
I did not know
is possible to feel.
I felt the pain
of every time
you broke my heart
in the past,
the pain of you
breaking my heart
today, and
the pain of you
breaking my heart
again and again
again in the future
all at once.
How have you tied
around your palm
the threads of my life
and of my emotions
pulling so tight
and twisting so hard
that my own dreams
and my own memories
and my own happiness
and my own sadness
are cinching my soul
so tight that it
is suffocating
even after
all this time?
Please let go,
please let go,
please let go.
Until you do
all I can do
is strum these threads
and play a song.
So I've been doing
that every day.
The words don't come,
and the chords are muted,
but I still sing
in hopes that they
loosen their grip
on my soul.
Today you cinched
the tightest ever
and held it there
for a very long time.
Long enough for
the songs to form
discernable lyrics.
And all of the songs
are trying to tell me
the same one thing:
She is not pulling
anything at all.
At least not
the real her.
The girl that is
choking my soul
is but a ghost
of the girl
I used to love.
A spectre that lives
inside my mind,
that I created
for my emotions
to be channeled toward.
I let go of her
to save my future.
Now I must
let go of her ghost
to save my soul.
- Abdullah Alam