Some days...
How much your absence torments me,
Eager to spread...
Silence spreads not only in the room,
In every pore of mine
The heavy, lonely mind, like a desolate desert,
It scares me with its hissing sound,
Then each breath,
Like a tired, broken, tired traveler,
It refuses to move;
It sits down,
Under the shadow of your memories
Silent, half-dead, lifeless, gone,
Helpless, orphan, helpless, anxious, restless...
Then something happens,
Under the shadow of your memories...
With those gone, broken breaths; and...
Some life comes into them,
They start moving again - slowly slowly
They pick up speed; Like a traveller
Then you seem to be around,
But you are not visible
But just by the feeling of you near me,
Sadness starts to go away,
Silence starts to shrink;
And suddenly...
The dry desolation,
Fluttering its wings like a bird,
Flies away, hides...,
Far away in the sky here and there
Behind white clouds scattered like cotton balls,
Even more desolate than before...
As if covered in a shroud of clouds
And near me...
From one end to the other, spreads
An ocean of love, of comfort...
Wave after wave, turning.
Swelling, bouncing,
And sometimes mischievously splashing water;
Just like you...
Playful, mischievous, oozing love,
Its lively, watery, life-giving...
The synonym of happiness...
This 'oceanic feeling' of being near you absorbs my sadness, and...
Then I become,
a part of it, a wave
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day ☺️ 🙏 