The madness*
of
talking to people,
who're absent,
is
*poetry

I wrote you a note at 5 am,
you read it,
with no reply.
Before you left you asked for a picture of the two of us.
I made a joke and we laughed through the pictures.
But all that I could think about was
how it felt to have your arm around me.
It was holding me,
as I held you.
I wish I could go back to that moment,
but it's gone.

When we said our goodbyes,
it hurt so much.
I wanted to tell you so many things,
but time was running out.
I hugged you so many times,
you thought it was strange.

As soon as you walked away,
my heart felt empty;
I missed your presence already.
We touched hands as you drove away
in that big green van.
I ran after you,
as did other friends.
But you were gone.

I can still see your eyes gazing into mine,
and your oh so sweet smile;
but you're gone.
Nowhere to be seen.

This is you, my love
You see the wildness in things
and you call it out.

No lookback
No comeback
No rollback
is
possible.
Only
flashback
of
"U"
is
killing
now
.....

Concern
is the measure of love,
"lovemeter"**
not yet invented....

Single~
an equation with one variable,
Can be solved easily,
Irrespective of no of constants.

Together~**
An equation with two variables,
Can be solved somehow,
If boundary conditions applied.

I hope these words stain you
like the bruises you painted across my skin