My Soul Knew Her

My soul did not know her

by numbers, years, colour,

or physical beauty.

It knew her only through

her presence and the connection we shared.

I wish I had a thousand hearts,

because one is not enough

to love her.

I wish I had a thousand minds,

because one cannot hold

all the thoughts I have of her.

I wish I had a thousand hands,

so I could hold her forever.

I wish I had a thousand feet,

so I could walk beside her

for the rest of my life.

Every day I wake up,

I try not to think about her.

I try to stop loving her.

I try to heal.

I try to erase every memory of her.

But every day, I fail.

I fall asleep

wanting to stop loving her,

but I always wake up

loving her all over again.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind