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The Story Behind : "The Tomb Of Time"
I failed to vow the sweetest words, a lover shall deliver. In regression, I turned the time I can not return into ink, crafting #TheTombofTime - a poem carved in grief from of my paused happiness, and this is the story behind it.
I had the most amazing person in my life—so kind and always there for me. When no one believed in me, he did, quietly lending a hand. He wasn't big on words but took action, working hard and caring more than anyone. He never complained, and despite feeling lonely in this world, he was there for me. His parents were long gone, and his only brother followed not long after.
When we met, I didn't really get love or relationships. As long as someone was kind, that was good enough. We spent five years together, not a single fight. We just understood each other. He treated me with so much care, even crying with me when I was upset. Once, he got me a bucket of roses because he thought it was better than chocolate, my favorite.
He spoiled me in every way. Waiting patiently on mall benches, handling bills after shopping, and encouraging me to get both when I couldn't decide. Even in his last moments, collapsing on my lap, he thanked me and said, "It's enough, time for you to rest." That last look of peace is etched in my mind.
His eyes closed forever, his voice never resonated again. His body stiffened, and his lips turned darker. I screamed and hit his chest with all my might. When we reached the hospital, it was all too late. The doctor emerged from the bed where he laid. I called her lied to me about announcing his death, and she glared at me while raising her tone, expressing her disapproval. I hugged his cold body and tried to listen to his heart's beat, but silence was all I got; he ignored me. Until this moment, I can't bear someone's silence as it reminds me of those few minutes of silence that took my life forever.
He was someone I owed, someone I was grateful for and sorry to. I never let him down, but I never said those three words – 'I love you.' I regret it every day.
It's been nine years since he left in December. I'm still alone. I hope he's happy in Allah's home. Don't worry about me anymore. Let me live my life until we might meet again. Our time was short, but with him, I was so happy. He's someone I'll always respect.
© 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑐𝑎
I had the most amazing person in my life—so kind and always there for me. When no one believed in me, he did, quietly lending a hand. He wasn't big on words but took action, working hard and caring more than anyone. He never complained, and despite feeling lonely in this world, he was there for me. His parents were long gone, and his only brother followed not long after.
When we met, I didn't really get love or relationships. As long as someone was kind, that was good enough. We spent five years together, not a single fight. We just understood each other. He treated me with so much care, even crying with me when I was upset. Once, he got me a bucket of roses because he thought it was better than chocolate, my favorite.
He spoiled me in every way. Waiting patiently on mall benches, handling bills after shopping, and encouraging me to get both when I couldn't decide. Even in his last moments, collapsing on my lap, he thanked me and said, "It's enough, time for you to rest." That last look of peace is etched in my mind.
His eyes closed forever, his voice never resonated again. His body stiffened, and his lips turned darker. I screamed and hit his chest with all my might. When we reached the hospital, it was all too late. The doctor emerged from the bed where he laid. I called her lied to me about announcing his death, and she glared at me while raising her tone, expressing her disapproval. I hugged his cold body and tried to listen to his heart's beat, but silence was all I got; he ignored me. Until this moment, I can't bear someone's silence as it reminds me of those few minutes of silence that took my life forever.
He was someone I owed, someone I was grateful for and sorry to. I never let him down, but I never said those three words – 'I love you.' I regret it every day.
It's been nine years since he left in December. I'm still alone. I hope he's happy in Allah's home. Don't worry about me anymore. Let me live my life until we might meet again. Our time was short, but with him, I was so happy. He's someone I'll always respect.
© 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑐𝑎
