Hazrat Usman
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She walked without sound Through fields left behind The grass spoke of sorrow The sky stayed blind Each step was a whisper Each breath was weight The wind did not question The soil held fate
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
There was a time when silence was peace. A soft blanket to wrap around the noise of the world. But silence can change.
I laid down but the pillow felt unfamiliar as if it had forgotten the shape of my sorrow you used to sink into the right side soft like forgiveness without words
I found it last night your sock under the bed not folded not paired just there like a whisper of you in cotton form
You didn’t slam the door You left it half closed Like a maybe like a pause instead of a period No note No echo
You left before the tea turned cold I didn't notice until the silence steamed up the kitchen Your mug still waits
I spoke just once to the wall Soft like I expected an answer It gave me an echo like a cruel mimic You’re not here
They’re still there where you left them By the door neatly facing forward Like they expect to walk again with you
We left the cups where they stood Not from care but fear One sound might open everything we kept closed So we sat around them like ruins unspoken
Some lights don’t shatter They just fade Quiet soft ashamed to have tried The room doesn’t sigh or notice It just grows
The road knew us once It felt our soles our weight our hesitation But it forgets Wind smoothed the prints we left
No names. No dates. Just stone, weathered and quiet. Grass grows over history. Rain smooths the last traces of their lives.
By Hazrat Usman Usman7 months ago in Poets
