Thursday, 5 April 2018

Absence



Image Source : https://www.bu.edu/bpt/performances/absence/


Sometimes, I look at the light and wonder what if it was not light but dark. Pitch dark.
What if white was not white but black. Jet black.
If lies were not lies but truths.
If joys were not joys but sorrows.
In such a world and such a universe, would your absence not be an absence but your presence?

I dream of my tomorrows filled with our yesterdays.
Those light moments stolen from hefty realities that formed the constellations that I stare at. Night after night.
Hoping you stare at them too.
From wherever you are.
Right now.

I think I am a leaf.
Trying to attach myself to your tree even when I know that we were separated by the winds of time long ago.
I don’t know if I will ever realize that my forever just lasted for the moments that had you in them.

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