I don’t miss you,
I just miss me
I’m not looking for you,
I’m just looking for me
For how can I miss you?
You are still a part of me.
That best part of me…
The vibrant colorful me
The buoyant winged me
The completely loved me.
That mirror which showed
The best image of me
Lies somewhere secluded
In the folds of my fantasy
Downloaded within neurons
Embedded in my memory
waiting for me ……….
I realize, I peek inside
Maybe I can survive
The darkness outside
The craziest of strives.
Ambreen 2018