Searching for you

A sigh escapes my mouth again as I unknowingly get back to looking for you.

To say that I missed you would be an utter understatement, something intangible to others. People said it's toxic, how I relied on you, that I should probably get some help even. But they didn't know how you stayed with me, how your touch feels like on my skin. They didn't see the world as I did when I was with you. They couldn't even comprehend how you helped me move, how you shielded me from the world when I used to cry. It's funny how we used to watch each other when I cry. Right now I want to feel those streams of tears trickle down as I lose my patience, to redeem all my past mistakes. It would be solace to find you again. I vow to never lose you again, to not take you for granted. And to never let you be broken beyond repair.

I'll take care of you, my love. I will with my dark world.

So please come back, my beautiful age-old pair of glasses. Please let me find you. My crush will be here at any second and is going to ask how she's looking which I must answer honestly. I am right where I lost you. Crawling under the bed, rummaging through what not to find you. But I am absolutely blind without you.

Maisha Nazifa Kamal just doesn't get why all the black cats meow at everyone else but her. Send her ways to communicate with them at 01shreshtha7@gmail.com