Your awful silence

Your awful silence marks a hole on my watch,

This awful hole on my watch is like a missing piece from your heart.

How did the sky look like, the last time I saw the real you?

It is disturbing now that I realize that would be the last time I'd ever see you.

You are still breathing, above the soil,

But what we had is deep down buried in time.

Your voice changed and so does the sky everyday,

But my feelings, they do not erode and I look at the sky that changes everyday.

What even is time, but a killer of things that fall prey to change?

But my love, that survived, is yet a victim of time and change.