• fatima_hashmi 30w

    Missing

    These mornings are so mournful. As I open my eyes I could see her face and eventually the tears flow, drenching pillow,soaking lashes. I cry to the point my lacrimal glands no more shed tears. My eyes swell and get dry. This dryness is quenched by her image again. It's so spontaneous,for she appears in front of my eyes. Even missing someone is a beautiful feeling to relive memories.

    ©fatimahashmi