But I still could smell your skin
In the wrinkles of the sheet
I am aware of the loneliness
But I still could feel your breath
Around the sides of my neck
I am aware of the end
But I still could taste you
In the wine you left on the night stand
I am aware of the tears
But I still could see you
In every mirror I look
I am aware of the broken heart
But I have to realize the reality
As I walk on the broken glass.
Written By - Ritika Patel
