I look at the stars

then I look at you.

I haven’t felt this way before.

You’ve left a very heavy imprint on my chest.

It’s getting hard to breathe now.

Every aisle of my body has a scent of you.

Every story it holds has a character of you.

It kills to know that I almost had you

in my arms and not my soul.

And now I’m here like an abandoned home

untouched.

-AMNA PARVIN