No it’s not easy, to not hold him

To not hold his hands

To not look into his eyes

To keep distance from him

To just keep breathing

To not call him

Her arms ache because of the effort of not holding him close

Her fingers numb coz they are not locked with his

Her heart all cindered from the effort of not spending her days watching his smouldering eyes

Her insides her torn from keeping the distance from him

Her breath labored with the effort of breathing the air he breathes

Her fingers all frozen with the effort of not calling to hear his voice at the other end…

Everything is an effort,

Every day is an effort..a little less or a little more than the one before