Why does sleep not come to the restless soul?
Why does it hide from sight?
Like a glimpse of your love?
Why do nightmares haunt my daydreams?
Why does life look like nothing but extreme
As I look back at all that is lost?
The string that once tugged at my heart,
Pulling us near and apart,
I was too weak to hold on anymore.
The pearls scattered across the floor,
As I broke free from what hurt,
Your presence in my story
Stung my soul like a poisonous ivy,
In a garden of tulips and roses.
Yet on nights like these,
When it rains, the way it rained tonight,
Drenching our souls in plight,
Quenching our thirst for desires long lost,
Will I be too shallow to admit,
In the deepest corner of my broken heart,
That I miss your presence
Like a page missing from a book?
Why am I writing at midnight?
Awake, alert and sleepless
Why am I scared of my thoughts?
Why does our story not end?
Even when it never began in the first place?
Why does the chapter keep coming back
In haunting memories of past recollection;
The one that I wrote in your name?
Why do I wish for another life,
When I don't want this one?
Why do I wish for it to be true?
In some universe, we exist in parallel,
Writing a different story, a different ending
For me and you.
~ Suranya
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