Her Absence Follows Me

She became rude and cold,

even when I stayed calm.

She walked away like I was never mattered,

while I held her like she was everything.

She made me feel small,

so, leaving became easy for her.

She showed me as a problem,

and called herself the victim of my love.

My emotions are imprisoned in mind,

a prison I cannot escape.

Her heart was my goal,

to reach, my love was a tool.

She broke my hope with mixed signals,

and never understood my efforts.

When I tried to protect myself,

she thought I was hurting her

Every day that passes,

adds one more day of missing her.

But truth is, I lose one day,

from the life that remains to live.

I am not fighting her hatred,

I am fighting her absence like a retard.

Every silence reminds me she is gone,

But her absence follows me everywhere.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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