By S. W. (Nawfar)

Funny how my heart can miss something, that was never really true,

The warmth of your hug, the scent of your soul, the “I’ll never leave you”

It’s the best to never let my heart hope,

‘Cause then I don’t need much strength to cope.

When I hugged you, I felt safe.

I was happy, I felt protected.

I felt like I could face any obstacle.

I felt loved. I felt like I mattered.

Well, that was all a lie.

For, I was in too deep and you couldn’t even see me drowning.

You weren’t on the shore.

You were never there,

and you’re not here anymore.

So, I ask you,

did it even matter at all, me, us,

what we shared?

Of all the times I needed you,

was it all a lie or did you actually care?