Move...

I loved you for exactly 961 days,

In my dreams.

I sometimes wonder did I imagine to love you.

Imagination can be deceiving.

It transcends physical reality.

We had trespassed reality.

But yet got entangled in it.

Inhumans would have moved on easily

But I write and frame words

My words move

But I cannot move anymore.

Move...

because love has been promised.

Move...

because I cant say no.

Move...

because stagnancy pricks my dead skin.

Move...

because my organs are infected with your touch. 

I was in a white room under a white machine,

As they analysed the infection injecting the yellow fluid

through my veins.

I did not move a mm then,

But my thoughts did move.

In death if people remembered God

I remembered you.

I went through the pain

Because I wanted to live,

For you.

You were embedded in my secrets.

I remembered you when the veri-sign page opened

Every single time I booked movie tickets,

Hoping you would accompany me.

But you did not move.

Move

when a stranger tried to alleviate the pain

Move

when it was already late to restrain

Move

when I smiled but I was going insane

Move

when you kissed her parched lips

As I writhed in pain

I want you to move...

Away

Move away now...

Before I cease to move again.