My distance and silence,
are not the absence of my love.
The more far I am from her,
the more my love grows.
I gave her space,
to live where her heart feels happy.
I stepped aside not in anger,
but with full love in my heart.
Her happiness means more to me,
than her presence.
Even in her absence,
I still feel her presence in me.
My love once wanted to hold her,
now it stays by letting her go.
Her presence and absence,
doesn't have anything to do with my love.
I wish my tears could speak,
the burden my heart carries.
I wish my emotions could show
how it feels and burns for her.
Loving her truly, is to see her happy,
so, I gifted her my absence,
hoping it brings her peace,
It's proof that my love is real.
With her I have no pride, ego, anger,
all I have is patience, love,
emptiness, sadness as gifts,
rest all died with her when I let her go,
By
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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