Lost without you (1)

There’s an old clock in my room,

whose hands are static in protest .

It has been months, I know,

But it hasn’t ticked since you left

Is there a need for me to say,

That I stopped ticking too?

I don’t live now, I exist,

I stopped keeping time after you.

These wounds will heal,

But these scars will stay .

Painful reminders,

Of an ugly day

I will move on,

and I will forget.

I will move on,

but I haven’t yet.

Post Scriptum: This poem has been composed by my friend Suyash Srivastava and is the first compilation in the series Lost Without You. A wonderful writer, I wish him all the best for future.