🎈|His presence was a blend of his absence|
His voice, his smell, his presence, Knocked the door again last night, I was lying on my bed and looking through, The dream, the imagination and the reality. He called my name again and again, He whispered then when I didnt react, I was listening to him through silences, Of the past, the present and the future. His essence traveled through my room, I could again smell his perfume, The smell that was a merger of the smell, Of his breath, his skin, his entire being. I could hear his footsteps, I could hear him talk, I could see his hands moving, And explaining me things, The things I want to forget, The things we never talked about, The things that are past, And shouldn't ever be told, His presence was a blend of his absence, His memory, his departure, his broken promises. Medhavi 21.08.15 ..................................................................................................................................................