I lived vicariously through her
Her heart was my heart
I could feel every pain, all the suffering she went through
But now I feel nothing

She and I are not one anymore
But two strangers on the opposite sides of the world
Her heart is broken and mine got lost in a place nobody knows about,
Not even me

I do not know who she is anymore, I do not know who I am anymore
The air we breathe is different
The land we walk on is different
We are different and not in the way we were before.
Before, we were different together; different from the rest of the world but now
We're alone.

We talk but we are not talking
We hear but we are not listening
What she says doesn't reach my mind.
What I say doesn't reach her ears.
She's lost somewhere
And so am I.

- Isha Sharma

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