I want to write about the way your lip curled. The way it cradled those words. I love you…
The way it gave me a world I’d never dreamed possible in
that instant.
I want to write about the light. How it gilded the leaves,
danced in a shimmering sheet, those ribbons of light, bathing my feet in their
glow, glinting off children’s gleaming heads.
I want to write about the curve of your brow whose every nuance
I’d come to understand. Whose line I'd traced a zillion times in every dream.
I want to write about your laughter, its music. Your voice
like my heartbeat. Your breath like my
own.
Your hands, tapering fingers, my beating heart nestled. And
then they closed. Hard. A knot.
And instead all I find the words for are my tears, hot and
wet as they trail down my cheeks.
Words, meaningless, to occupy the silence that fills our days,
deep and thick. Words that smother all I once felt. Your words, like strangers
in my mouth.
I should have loved you less. Why didn't you warn me?
I have nothing. Only the wrong words.
And a memory. The ghost of a memory. Nothing...
3 comments:
Darling... oh dear Saaleha! This piece shook me in a way I never knew possible. I traced each line with my eyes, a slight warmth in my chest and then the end just cut me. It cut because it was so sorrowful. I guess it's the way good writing should be. ♥
Jazakillah for the response, Umm j :)
I love it - it says so much of what I have been missing and wanting to say to my spouse. Isnt it amazing how like souls find each other??
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