Echoes of Absence: Poetry of Longing
Exploring the Emptiness of Separation
Poem
When you're not here, it feels
Like a desolate wilderness of existence,
Like the colors of dreams have faded,
Like death is weaving through words,
Like the threads of breath are scattered.
When you're not here, it feels
Like there's no fragrance in flowers,
Like the heart of the city is barren,
Like there's nothing in the streets,
Like enmity arises from joy,
Like there's no familiarity with emotions.
When you're not here, it feels
Like a distance spanning a lifetime,
Where nothing makes sense,
Like I'm silently a tree of desires,
Like my breaths stutter and halt,
Like prayers wander nameless,
Like lifetimes pass in moments.
When you're not here, it feels
Like being stranded on an island of fear,
Where a voice hides after calling out,
Like laughter suddenly gives way
To tears of sorrow,
When you're not here, it feels...
Silent Echoes, Poetry Lines
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