ramadhan without them

spending another blessed month without you is like starving twice the pain doubles sorrow increases losing you is like someone who brought the family together fighting my tears away so no one can see my fears pretending to be okay feels like holding hot Cole trying not to burn witnessing me not being in your arms is like lifting weights of heartache heavier then weights itself days have lost its light nights became darker as your existence faded further by the second smilling because you at ease crying because I have to remember you more then I knew you knowing you at peace but still feeling lonely while I sleep until we meet again