If I can, then maybe it wasn't love at all.
It was real, it doesn’t switch off overnight
It stays, even if she walks away.
Now it has become one of my habit,
Replaying her memories bit by bit.
My heart doesn't want to heal,
Because letting her go hurt, I can feel..
I am trying to bury the pain,
Instead of facing the truth within.
A part of her still feels attached,
Not her, but the version that’s etched.
The ending wasn’t what I imagined,
As life never comes designed.
A future I dreamt with her is what I grieve,
My heart misses the comfort she gave.
My heart softened when she carried that light,
It calmed my mind and eased my fight.
When she was around, everything felt calm,
Peaceful and healing, like a balm.
I am grateful that love visited me,
Even if it didn't stay to be.
The connection between us had a meaning,
The ending doesn't change the beginning.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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