I talk to her through my silence,
even when she is far away.
She can find herself in my words,
Must I shout aloud
or is my silence enough.
I touch her without my hands,
and speak without words.
across the distance
I never feel apart from her,
as she has touched my spirit.
She was the proof that some connections,
are beyond explanation.
Sometimes it is hard to believe
yet my heart accepts it.
My eyes miss her face,
My hands miss to hold hers.
My legs miss walking beside her.
And my heart misses
the peace she brought into my life.
I still think of her when I am alone,
wondering if she is doing well.
Sometimes, I ask myself
whether, in all these years
I have crossed her mind,
even for a moment.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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