The Zine The Time Edition | Page 9

Is it Time Yet?

You still stand in my memories

With such beauty

Oh, is it time yet?

For you to leave

Leave us in grief

In darkness

In yearning.

Is it time yet?

You still look over us

But from the clouds now

You painted my world blue

My heart aches

My eyes fill up

Goodbyes hurt

I hate that day

When I had to see your last sight

I longed to hear your voice

And talk to you once more

To smother you with love

I waited for you to open your eyes

To see your twinkling eyes

Welcome me home

Or at least so I could say a proper goodbye

The days without you are so blunt

How much I would give to Skype with you once more

For all that fun that was inevitable

For all the curious questions you asked me

For all the times you acted you did not understand

You have taught me many essential lessons of life

But not this one

The one about departure

I cannot even come close to express

How much I miss you

Oh, is it time yet?

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Siddharth Prasant