Even if I make hundreds of efforts,
she will never change.
It will not suddenly make her love me,
understand me
or respect me.
So I remain silent
and slowly detach myself from her.
Sometimes I feel
her memories alone
are enough to carry me through life.
It feels like as though
I am cursed with a divine love,
the kind that refuses to fade,
even when I know
she is no longer part of my life,
our journey ended long ago,
and we will never meet again.
And even if we did,
there would be nowhere left to go.
No present. No future.
She would still belong
only to my past.
Now I am alone
moving flesh and bones,
a body without a soul.
My mind wanders,
not towards the future,
but endlessly through yesterday.
My heart continues to beat,
not because it is alive,
but because it has learned to survive.
My emotions have run dry.
There are no more dreams,
no more joy,
none of the quiet happiness
I once found
simply in her presence.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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