IT'S HARD TO ACCEPT:

I miss the phone calls that woke the sleepy me ,
I miss the texts that filled me with glee
I miss those scolds when i went wrong
I miss the voice that filled my voids
For staying and leaving was completely your choice.

It's hard to accept that you're gone,
It's hard to fight the darkness alone
Whenever i try to switch off the light
Drop my head to feel the night,
Look at my phone to see your text
Reality comes in and clarifies next
"She is gone to leave you mourn
Habituate yourself of being Alone".

Time has changed and so did your priorities,
I have always seen you as my responsibility.
Today when i see you being online,
Time ticks away but still you don't have time.
Blue ticks never made a way for typing,
For the writer in me is forever writing!

- बनीफ़र