A Monster, Thirsty of Her Love

When I was with her,

I carried her pain.

Now that she is gone,

I carry both,

her pain and the love that remained.

I buried the version of me,

that loved her without limits,

afraid that if he rises again,

he will forget the rules

this world survives on.

And what returns

will not be him,

but something wilder,

a monster, thirsty of her love,

something the world will not forgive.

Her pull defies reason

stronger than gravity,

quicker than metal to a magnet.

Even buried deep,

I feel her drawing me back to the surface.

If death stood before me,

and she stood beside me,

the soul would hesitate, lingering,

unwilling to leave,

the body she once touched.

I poured love into her,

like it would never run dry,

like one day she might look back,

and feels its warmth,

long after I'm gone.

I only hope she holds onto it,

even when I am no longer there

to witness,

what truly she felt

but never chose to show me.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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