Mar 14, 2026
It's hard to see a life without
her in every frame.
Where she's not part of every trip,
every hangout, every game.
The house I live in is the same,
As it was before
But my routines don't have her
inside them anymore.
It feels like someone chopped off some
integral parts of life;
Like they thought there's mercy in
pulling out the knife.
An open wound that's on my flesh
and one that's on my soul
feel the same till I remember
there is no real hole.
Healing it does not need much;
just a little time,
tears, love, and sincere words
that may or may not rhyme.
I thought she was an emerald,
or mother of pearl;
but now I can clearly see
that... she was just a girl.
- Abdullah Alam