The her in me is not the her now.
When I can love her absence so much,
I wonder how much more I would love her presence.
I don't want anyone to feel her absence,
So, I let her go for the ones she cares for.
For all the things and people she holds dear,
Have a place in her life, unlike me.
If I wanted I could have taken her away,
But I never wanted her only physically.
I tried to build a home in her heart,
And make a space within her thoughts.
Is like living with the dead.
I wanted to feel alive with her,
To love, care and to protect.
I left the whole world for her,
And she left me, going too far.
I let her go so she could be happy,
But I keep everything she created in me.
If I see her again, I might steal her away,
From all the people she knows and cares for.
The her in me is truer than who she is now,
So I wish not to see her again.
By
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

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