No Place in Her World

I write about about her eyes, her face, her lips,

her heart and soul.

I compare her with the sun, the moon and the stars,

for I saw my entire universe in her.

But I failed to see the empty space

where I could never belong.

For my deepest emotions

cannot be expressed through words,

they can only be experienced.

Her presence made my world brighter.

Her smile turned ordinary days

into memories worth keeping.

The day I recognised this feeling,

I treasured it,

for I knew such feelings were rare.

Now the world's greatest disasters

sound kinder

than the one I carry inside my heart,

the emptiness that was created

by her absence.

Some wounds leave no scars,

but they hurt the longest.

My wound has her face

and my pain bears her name.

Perhaps no one will ever understand

how quietly a heart can break,

how a soul can continue to breathe

while everything that gave it life

has already gone.

I have no place in her heart,

in her memories, in her dreams,

in her life, not even in her stories

and no one in her life will ever know

my existence.

Not even the black hole,

that swallows stars and planets,

could make me disappear the way she did.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind