‘You still taste the same. Bitterly sweet and addicting’

Posted: June 12, 2016 in Artsy Poems, Blog Posts, Pictures, Reviews, Short Stories
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Pushing the dark heavy gates open, she walked over the fallen dry leaves cracking them under her feet. The sun was walking away from the face of the world leaving behind a trail of burning orange.
There she was, in the graveyard. The very same one he wanted to be buried in. Approaching towards him she felt a gentle hug, a hug of the cool wind. She smiled and whispered ‘Your obsession with hugs are never gonna end’.
She was there. She was with him. Close to him. Watching him rest there. Sleeping deeply. She moved her hands over his tombstone caressing his beautiful face cut. Her stare was mad. She wanted to cage him in her eyes from his grave. The pearls in her eyes were making the grave saline with her sorrow.
She gently trailed her fingers over the damp moist soil admiring his chiseled body. She bent down as the hug of the wind grew tighter with clouds moaning. She bent and kissed him over his chest deeply and whispered ‘You still taste the same. Bitterly sweet and addicting’.
Written  by Muhammad Hamza
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