The Presence of Her Absence

Sometimes I wish I could

create a separate world for her,

where she could be with only me.

But it will always remain a dream,

as I cannot go against nature and the gods.

I have experienced both

heaven and hell in her aura

and realized

both exist in this world.

Her presence lit a fire inside,

it gave me warmth at first,

In her absence,

the same fire consumed my soul.

One day she will love someone

for whom she will become

just another part of his life,

not his whole world.

He may never see the universe within her,

the way I once saw.

I loved her knowing one day

the same love will destroy me,

in ways I could never imagine.

Maybe her chapter

was written only to become a memory.

My promise was simple,

until my last breath,

my love would forever grow for her.

Forever and ever,,

I live with the presence of her absence.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind