Sree

I still

I still use the name you gave me—
softly whispered, etched in memory.
I still love it.

I still carry the keychain you gifted—
worn, but holding pieces of us.
I still love it.

I still wear your favorite perfume—
it lingers like a ghost,
reminding me of you.

I still love that road—
the one where we walked
for hours and hours,
our laughter echoing in the wind.

I still blush
when I see your name somewhere—
even if it\'s just a poster
fluttering in the breeze.

I still crave your touch—
the one that once
made my chaos go silent.

I still walk your lane—
knowing well
you\'ll never walk there again.

But I do.
Because I still love.
All of it.
All of you..