Breathe.

Breathe. Slowly and steadily.

16 breaths per minute on an average.

But,

My breath was once you. I thought you were my necessity, my life support, without you, I won’t survive.

But I was wrong. I did live on, but truth is, I’m barely surviving.

I never knew the intensity of your love, was it same as mine?

Why didn’t you try a bit harder? Why did you leave? These questions haunt me still.

Like a traveller looking for directions I feel lost as the destination has changed midway and I don’t know where I am headed.

Is it the mountains or the lake or the beach where once we met?

Will I find you there again?

Waiting?

Or at least see your footprints,

Maybe they might get washed away by wind or the the waves.

I might never know.

Maybe,

You are nowhere to be found, and you never now wish to be found. I need to make peace with that.

Some things are better left unsaid they say, but there are many things left for me to say, not just Some!

You may never hear them and I may never speak them out loud.

Move on they say, but has anyone realized, when one gets over someone it is said he moved on. Like he went ahead without his/her will. And that’s what I lack, a will to move forward, or to move on!

You might never understand nor ever realize the love we had! And the love I still have.

I hope you never do, as you might not be able to foresee and live with the pain like I do.

And I would never wish the life I have without you, to be lived by you.

Cause, I still lack the will. But I still breath, slowly steadily, one day at a time.

Without you of course

And

Is it still called living where you don’t live but just breathe and live on, 16 breaths per minute?

- AlaN