Hazrat Usman
A lover of technology and Books
At first it was quiet. Just a pause between heartbeats. A stillness in the room. Then it grew. The kind you feel in your chest but can’t name.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
We used to sit right here. Same spot. Same hour. Back then your silence meant peace. Now it feels like absence. Like a sound missing from the air.
I was there. Every day. Same seat. Same silence. I smiled when they spoke. Laughed when expected. But no one asked how I was.
It rained the night you left. Hard. Like the sky was breaking with me. I waited by the door just in case you’d turn back.
Some people say forever like it’s a greeting. Like it costs nothing. But when the sky starts falling, they leave without a sound.
At first we were music. Laughs bouncing off walls like rhythm. Messages faster than heartbeats. Calls that never needed clocks.
I wrote you a thousand times in my head. On napkins. On cracked screens. On fogged windows. But I never pressed send. Not because I didn’t want to. Because I didn’t know if you'd care.
We stand on sidewalks hoping time slows down just once. But streetlights never wait. They change from red to green without asking if you’re ready.
Some wars leave no bruises. No broken bones. No torn streets. Just eyes that stop glowing. Voices that grow thinner. Hearts that forget how to trust.
There are chairs that stay empty. Not because they were never filled, but because no one asks where the person went. They stop showing up and somehow, it becomes normal.
We were never the ones who shouted. Never the ones in the center of rooms. We lived on the edges, where the noise couldn’t touch us.
There are days that come and go without meaning. Not bad. Not good. Just silent. They don’t ask for anything. They don’t offer anything back.
