Petrichor

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A cold breeze hit me

Waking me from my slumber

Smell of the air filled my nostrils

Showering me with dopamine

The white sheets felt smoother than ever

Trees danced to the festive chirps

I smiled stretching my arms

This pleasantness works like a balm

Filling every bit of me with a new hope

Or so I thought

For I saw him

Standing by the window with two cups

His soft swaying brown locks

Chocolatey eyes I lost myself in

And that smile is all I need

I would do anything to enjoy it again

He was waiting out there

To melt in love

Said he would always be there

That silver tongued idiot

Here I am existing

waking up to the petrichor but out of time

Emptiness in the place of him, his smile and his kisses

An endless pit of sorrow

A hole in my heart no doctor could fix

Something I would never be able to fill

I cried to him my everything

Maybe it just wasn't meant to be

Fate is a cruel yet pretty thing

I don't have him but I have the memories of us

Those chats the stars have witnessed

that fantasy of mine on the beach

All the soothing words in the middle of the night

He loved me when I wasn't able to love myself

Taught me how to love myself

Showed a million things worth living for

Little did he know, he was the only word on my paper

The only word I could never imagine losing

But lost anyway

For that, I am suffering

The most beautiful kind of suffering

As sad as it is over

I'm glad that it happened

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