your absence is a silent thunderstorm
that suffocates me back to life,
an all-encompassing feeling of
nothing.
a body piercing shriek
in an empty walkway of thoughts,
your death is
tears to my soul,
shreds in my heart,
beatings to my chest.
it’s everything and nothing but
an empty letter addressed to a
fleeting moment.
Mardin
21/05/2019
Consequential Strangers 