Where are You.

A poem by Amna Munir.

Looking your way for two years now..

When will you be back? I'm missing you bad.

And thought of you once being there is making me sad.

What did I do, I don't have a clue.

I'm feeling blue without you..

In your intimacy and company,

My face still remembers the delicacy of your soft touch,

Your enchanting blow waving my golden hair,

And I'm here, In empty space I stare,

and all I come up with is despair,

with no signs of you coming any near.

With every tick my heart kindles a ray of hope,

and though my heart reflects the gleaming light,

Its infact the illusion of your eye,

for the shattered pieces of glass, which,
once broken, leave unhealing wounds and numbness.