THE PRESENCE
Then I opened my eye
It felt like waking from a terrible dream
And there you were; an unmistakable presence
Standing still with that dead crooked grin
It was at least six feet from the foot of my bamboo bed
Yet it felt heavy
The tightness
As in a grip around my neck
Choking till I was breathless and blue all over
Confused.
Your presence
A familiar scent
Six feet away yet it seems sufficiently close
To suck all the air from around me till every molecule vanishes
I closed my eye again now
Then you vanished from the darkness encompassing
Like in the figment of my imagination
The vestige of terrible yesterdays and poignant memories
Then once again a cool gust of air romanticized my eye
And I felt my lungs breath again
Filled with the life gases extinguished just seconds ago
I inspire
Alive again as the heat of your presence trailed off
And your un-presence was the tombstone rolled away
For my breathing space to grow
And my aspirations tomorrow.
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