Her scent is lingaring around the corners
Her hairs were still there in the pillow
Her side of closet was still unorganised
The room is filled with her nd our photo
Her essence is still here in every corner of the house
But not her
I can still hear her voice
Like she is calling me from the kitchen
But when the reality hits
She is not their
The kitchen is empty
The house is full with things
But it feels empty
Bcuz she is not here
When she was their my life was full
Now it empty nd lonely
Now I can't hear her voice but all I hear is khamoshiyan
Let me know ur views on this
Sry for any mistakes also plz free to correct me
It's my first tym writing from his point
Hopefully i could give it a lil bit of justice
Stay safe and healthy lovelies 💝💝
