Out of Words

I didn’t cry. At least an improvement. For once, I didn’t suppress the emotion. . It’s just not there.. I thought I was just being hypothetical when I said that I’m getting numb, coz at that time, I was not. But now, I guess it’s not an exaggeration after all.
The pressure is hard to handle. But I can’t believe why I’m not panicking yet. I am not terrified. Even if it feels like I’m in an hour glass. Deadlines are everywhere. Time is running out.
The world does not only revolve around “him.” Oh yes, my life’s broad enough to focus only to one person. But somehow he weighs at least one-half of my load. He himself is a little world. My I call it a blessing? May I call it a curse? I don’t know if I should be happy that among 6 billion people in the world, it was him that I met. And it’s more than just meeting him. It’s being trapped in a cage that only he can unlock.
And I am sensing that it will be locked forever. I have less than two months to retrieve the key. But, does it still exist? Hadn’t he buried it or thrown it anywhere> or maybe he hid it? Does he plan of getting it back? Will he free me?!
I know I must ask him. Beg him, if that’s the best way. Beg him to extend the period. Or if he can’t, beg him to unlock the lock.
And if he agreed to do that, I know my life will never be the same.
It’s the most tragic thing he’ll ever do to me.
And I can’t utter even a single word to prevent him…

_the12thpoet_