The Burden Of Her

She has gone from my life,

But she still lives rent-free in my mind.

My thoughts keep replaying her memories,

The ones that once felt like comfort.

I scroll through photos,

Remembering old messages.

Searching for small clues

That I might have missed.

Maybe if I could understand,

Where it began to break,

When the distance started growing,

Or what I did wrong.

Now those moments shine brighter,

Than they ever did in reality.

Maybe I am not missing the relationship,

But the version of me that existed with her.

I wanted her to be my favorite person,

But she came and left like a life lesson.

Like a half-written story with missing page,

Finished, yet with no ending.

Sometimes I wonder why did we meet?

The hardest part is knowing,

That she still exist somewhere in this world,

Yet she is no longer in my life.

I knew her only for a short moment,

But I will remember her for a long time.

Among all the burdens of this world,

Her absence is the heaviest one I carry.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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