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you won't read this but-

it's been a long night and I've been tracing your footsteps since the beginning I am tired of the black it brings of your shirt, the way you smelled as you hugged me goodbye suddenly I have to wait years to see you again to touch you again and I have to hold back my tears to comfort those already crying because I don't have the courage myself I don't want you to think I'm a crier But I am I just cried inside and you never knew and you boarded a flight to your dreams while I crashed face first in a cloud of mist I don't want you to think I'm blind But I don't see an end to the tunnel of your leave and you're working so hard trying your best I just wish I knew what that meant staying up nights in a place so foreign I don't want you to think I care But I want to be a distraction to your exhausting days and if I share this tonight will you forgive me for feeling this way? if I miss you too much will you not think of me any less? I don't want you to think I'm this sentimental But I'm missing a part of me with you gone and I want you to believe I'm brave that I go into basements with no fear of the shadows But I'm just a coward deep down, maybe you know that too I don't want you to think that I'm desperate But I'm holding onto every glimpse through a pixelated screen So come back please? It's been far too long, the days don't pass fast enough I'm still stuck in that night Reliving your wistful smile Please don't think I'm dying Because I'm not You're just breathing my air for me

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Susan Ashley

Date: 4/24/2025 7:58:00 AM

Dear Hiba, your potent, golden pen flows so smoothly with a soulful, soul-baring outpouring of emotions that clash and collide inside of the heart and mind of the speaker to tumble out, onto and down the page with poetic, heartfelt, heartbreaking finesse. Your sensory and emotional imagery exudes vulnerability, longing, helplessness so beautifully. Through your questions and answers you create a mood of hope and doubt and loss that is palpably poignant. Your last line slays the heart. Expressive and impressive poetry, my inspiring poet friend! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Hiba Junaid
Date: 4/24/2025 10:11:00 AM

Susan darling, you cheer me on with your heart-warming comments. Thank you so much for your motivation. A comment like this one makes me want to write more, and as writing is food for the soul, this is a big thank you to you and everyone else who reads and comments. You make me feel alive. Be Blessed, always - Hiba.

Gary Radice

Date: 3/25/2025 4:03:00 AM

I feel the pain that drips from your words here Hiba. A questioning of oneself, a torment, a feeling of helplessness, ‘staying strong on the outside’ and apologies amid feelings of sadness and loss. A child pining for her father or maybe a lost love? Someone special. This is powerful stuff with a great use of questioning within the free verse. I’m just scratching my head as to why there aren’t any other comments complimenting this deeply engrossing write. Poetry eh? :) Cheers - Gary

Hiba Junaid
Date: 3/30/2025 11:30:00 PM

Thank you for the support and encouragement, pal <3

Gary Radice
Date: 3/25/2025 10:38:00 PM

I would say that it is a polished poem in this form Hiba and makes for great reading. Cheers - Gary

Hiba Junaid
Date: 3/25/2025 5:23:00 AM

Hey Gary, thank you for your lovely comment. This is one of those writings that is more diary entry than a polished poem, and I decided to keep it that way because it reinforced the helplessness, and longing of my inner child.