Your silence is intimidating , like the silence before the storm. While I prepare myself for the storm , I miss your presence every single moment. Each passing second pulls the thread, which is tied to my heart ; slowly and steadily pulling it out , dragging it away from me , taking away all those feelings , depriving me of my humaneness.
But it still feels good , coz it is also taking away all the pain. Pain that has festered to an extent it now runs in my veins , with the red liquid and has left me longing for only one thing – you.