[ This is not a poem, nor am I a poet. This is a portrayal of longing—of two hearts separated by a distance far too vast to bridge. ]
You hit me like a tidal wave,
knocking the air out of my lungs.
Every veiled corner of my heart,
every silent ridge of my mind
whispers about you—
melancholically so.
Maybe not everything’s written
in the stars-
some things are forged in tears,
simmered in silence.
Every stolen glance was a treasure,
now they’re daggers in my heart,
bleeding me raw.
Time ceases in your presence,
chaos unwinds in the hollow
You left behind.
Memories refuse to fade,
echoing your absence—
resonating, rupturing.
So tell me, my beloved,
are you happy in heaven?
while I wither
in the agony of your farewell.
