The Flashbacks

By Suryam Mittal

It's not the goodbyes that hurt 

It's the flashback that follows 

This feels like a storm in my mind and  

Makes me hollow.  

Days went and nights flew freely,  

Her memories were killing me insidiously  

Trying to forget her face is quixotic exercise,  

Knowing that this is gonna be always by my side.  

Her smile fills joy in my vacuous heart  

It won't last because I am always at last.  

This loss makes me insipid and Grey,  

Longing for what's lost, every single day.

By Suryam Mittal