The End of Me

The End of Me

On the porch, with the book in my hand,
As the night falls on me and, in a distance,
The stars, with their flickering smiles,
To my thoughts, provide subsistence.

The pages of the book still smell of you,
The cover, although, has forgotten your touch.
The thoughts of you still linger in my ink,
The burdens of memories appear as such.

I breathe in deep; I breathe in more,
Knowing not how long the smell will last,
Knowing not when my breaths dissipate it,
And the presence I feel, becomes the past.

I breathe in deep, recalling your smell:
Sunlight on a blanket, roses at dawn.
I breathe, and now, winter is here:
A burnt-out sun, with an empty lawn.

I breathe, but my lungs draw in no air.
The weather inside has changed I see:
I’ve consumed the last of you still left,
And I have reached the end of me.

This poem was written by Muhammad Ali Abid

He is a 4th year MBBS student at King Edward Medical University, Pakistan. He describes himself as “a writer at heart and medic by profession, I strive to find a perfect balance between scalpel and pen that will help me heal others and myself, as well.”

he can be reached through Twitter @The_Poet_Doctor