The DNA of My Emotions

I wait for someone

who has already let me go.

I wait for someone

who will never return,

for someone who no longer exists.

The woman I once knew

is no longer the woman she has become.

Every memory of her is beautiful,

yet those same memories

have become my greatest weakness.

I wish I could take my heart from my chest

and place it in her hands,

so she could see how wildly it beats

whenever she is near.

Every heartbeat becomes a melody,

and every note whispers only her name.

I wish I could take my mind apart

and lay it before her,

so she could witness how every thought,

without fail, finds its way back to her.

I wish I could let her hear my breath,

so she would know

that every inhale and every exhale

carry only her name.

Even the blood that flows through my veins

seems to carry her fragrance.

The DNA of my emotions

is written with her name.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind