A Gift Called Absence

Sometimes I feel tempted to check on her,

But she heard when I was crying,

She saw me getting exhausted,

She watched me breaking piece by piece.

But nothing moved her heart,

Will my silence remind her ever.

How she looks and How I see her,

Are two different things, she will never know.

She was the one I chose,

Held on to her just enough,

So she doesn't walk away,

But I could never make her stay.

One day she will look up and realise,

She deserves love the way I did.

But it was her that walked away,

From a place she owned but never knew.

Knowing that she is happy in life is enough,

I wanted to gift her the peace,

That she did not have when I was around,

As loving her too much was painful for her.

My real care was stepping back,

Even when my heart still stayed.

She did not want a place in my future,

So, I gave my absence as a present.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.