"The Space"

There is a place in the heart that will never be filled.
"The Space"
People say that time heals all, but I say time keeps on growing the space like cold stars.
The space- it's empty and not empty, its a cascade of faded memories.
The space- its a bridge linking possibilities and impossibilities.
The space- its a gateway of unsaid words and unshed  tears.
The space- it's a lock of fear that can never be unlocked.

There is a place in the heart that will never be filled.
I know it well.
There is a place in the heart that will never be filled and I will wait and wait in that space.
But I want it to be filled at all costs.
Because... I cannot live a new day with the fact that I wasn't given a chance to bid adieu.
Because... Everyday I wake up with a longing of adding something new in that space.
Because... I yearn and weep in a tiny part of my heart to have my sister to chum up with, in everything.
Because... I need my sister right by my side.
Because... Nothing and no love can suffice the love that I consume in me for her.
Because... When she is not here, I only end up thinking what we would have been like. All, in my imaginations.
Because... A thousand words can't bring her back, I know as I've tried. And neither would a million tears, I know as I've cried.
Because... I miss all the years we would have had together.
Because... I miss you.

Because... You took a part of me along with you.
Because... I know "The Space" can never be occupied as its gone.

There is a place in the heart that will never be filled.
The space- its where I am stuck and there is no escape.
Goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished and the Book has been closed "Forever"
Irony is, I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.
Hence, there is "The Space" in my heart that can never be filled. 

#AfrinFatima

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