My heart, a bouquet of ice
In the blaze of your absence
Without you, the name of my emptiness was death
I melted… I surrendered.
I flourished with my tears
Your arrival was the promise of spring
Your existence was my revival
I colored… I bore fruit.
But now,
Neither was I my old self
Nor did you return as you left
I diminished, yet I was renewed
And what I loved most,
Was to be content with the fragrance of your absence.
