Write Tribe: Silence of the heart

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~ To ~
Another part of me

Today morning I woke up dreaming about you. Heavy rains and a gloomy weather made me want to sleep some more. With my eyes still closed I stretched my hand towards the right side of the bed half expecting you to be there. The emptiness which met my hands woke me up rudely from slumber. 

I opened my eyes to an empty bed, empty house and perhaps an empty me with nothing else but your memories that hung around from the walls carelessly. I slowly got on my feet and walked a few steps painstakingly only to come face to face with you. There you were looking at me with a haunted look in your eyes, tugging my heart. Somehow I could never part with this picture of yours. Maybe it was your eyes that captivated me every time I looked at it. 


I don’t remember for how long I stood there staring at your picture reliving our last moment together a million times by now. All I remember is the gnawing pain that grew manifolds with every passing moment. Unable to answer all that your eyes kept asking me I moved away from there to get ready for work.

Sliding the doors of the cupboard I thought of the days when we both missed office in such weather just to spend the whole day cuddled up whispering sweet nothings. I smiled remembering the way your skin felt next to mine, the way you would melt in my arms and all that I wanted at that moment was to just hold you tightly. 

With a thousand thoughts crowding my mind I blindly put my hand inside to pick a dress and the first thing that came to my hand was the black dress. I held it at a distance trying to look at it the way you did. Feeling its soft velvety texture with my fingers I tried to imagine you touching it like this.  

There is this sudden urge to wear that dress that built inside. Maybe I needed to feel you, your tender touch and feel caressed. Almost instantaneously I slipped it on just to curb that desire burning within. I turned around to gaze at my reflection in the mirror to feel you whispering in my ears, just the way you always did. 

“I could spend the whole of my life just looking at you like this,
Knowing that you are mine for there is nothing else that could match this feeling.
I wish to spend the rest of my life falling asleep gazing at you
And waking up just to see you beside me like this, forever.”

I could almost feel your wet lips on my forehead when I began to move my hands feeling me through that dress imagining you doing it, and wrapped my arms around myself to feel your hug. Suddenly I sensed wetness on my cheeks giving an outlet to all the pain I had held inside me. Nothing can fill the abyss you have left me with.  The vacuum that is there where once I held you closely within me; it is irreplaceable. Time is the biggest liar for it could not be the healer it promised to be and the pain is still there as fresh as it could be. 

Silently I removed the dress and wrapped it once again, intact with all the kisses and touches just to wear it once again some other time when I need you. I wish I could have wrapped you also somewhere just like this, to unwrap every time I wanted to feel you and bask in your love. 

If wishes were horses and they could fly; I would have asked only an answer to WHY

~ From ~

Another part of you

P.S: This post has been written for Write Tribe Letters Unsent prompt-4 where we were supposed to write a letter to our love (current / ex) This is my attempt at writing it for an ex.

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