Manya Saxena Poet Free verse

The Untitled Diary Entry

I often wake up in the middle of the night,
With a ghost of you just sitting there,
In front of me, muffled, restless, yet still.
I often find myself, writing your name and
Reading it, over and over until that name is 
Resuscitated to life and call me out. 
I often find myself loving the things you
 used to,  eating the things you loved and 
thinking to myself "how different was it 
when you were here? And why is it different now?" 

I often listen to music and catch your 
name in the melody. I question the existence 
of it, the lack of yours and mine, barely. 
I often wake up to the sound of your 
breathing, your voice, your words, I wake 
up to you. Staring right through me: silent, 
motionless and dead.

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