The Life Doesn'T Stop For Me. Poem by Jiya Acharya

She will return.

The presence of your absence…
I feel it.
I feel it all.
The world is not enough. I say.
I say it out loud.
She doesn't come to me.Not anymore.
Neither do you.
I miss it all.
That black shade. The darkness she carried.
Your love. Her black coat.
I still remember… Time she met me last.
In the recent past.
Should have left. With her.
May be it's the time.
Time for us to part.
And my world with her.
Not scared anymore, with her.
But all without you.
There is hope, of your return.
I fear. Yet again.
May be I will not gather.
That might collapse, the figure in me.
Of strength, wait…
May be it's The END.