Different Kind Of Ache

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There is a different kind of ache in my heart
although it is similar to the one I had
when the plane took off
and my heart was punched hard
by the gravity of a love left behind
and was stabbed by the distance
that I remember it bled for days
(it still does)
and I remember lying in the bed
sometimes crying loud enough
that the pain echoed in the big house
which felt lonely and small without you
and sometimes stuffing my mouth with the quilt
which failed to keep me warm
(it still doesn’t)
This throbbing ache tonight sways me
to let this longing for you
travel through my heart
into a poetry that won’t ever be fair
to the sincerity of my heart
which might just die
because it has longed for so long
but tonight even if I wish to write
I find no words
and few that hang to the stars
of night that seldom betray me
are too far from my reach
or they might just have
stopped looking for me
So I sit all by myself
pressing my hand
against my chest
where you bury your worries
while it springs with your smell
(it always does)
hoping that this ache goes away. 

-Kritika Vashist

Heartache

 Artwork by Christian Schloe

Artwork by Christian Schloe

…and when you heard
that it was just a headache
the veins collapsed
the vessels were pinched
a fire burned inside each artery
Heartache – was too hard to tell.

Kritika Vashist

PS. This is my 200th post on the blog. I cannot believe! Too much feelings or too much words, I cannot decide.