My Faded Fiction

By Gayathri Paulson

I miss my place

I miss my people

I miss my things

But;

They say it’s fictitious!

The place, the people, those things

Are fictitious!

Now when I turn around

I could see a faded me

Just like a loner in a

Wide island.

But still,

I miss my faded fiction

On which I lived upon,

Grew upon,

Took steps and breath and

Inhaled emotions.

I know, I have to get over this fiction

But trust me I try

Still it’s hard like hell

I’m tired of

Those fake smiles and laughs

Upon my, real tears and grief.

They all died

And their souls are gone

But forgot to take back

The memories we made.

Still,

I miss my faded fiction!

By Gayathri Paulson