Change

What is a change, I ask? A change is something that changes you, a change is something so powerful and potent that it changes the way you perceive life. It shakes you out of your slumber. A change is permanent and sometimes damaging too. Like the way you changed me. I was never the same again. A hollowness that cannot be filled, only buried. Buried deep down under the many layers of my heart. A compelling thought of you brings back memories. Sweet memories. Of times we were together. Of times we sat together, gazing deep in each other’s eyes. When we clasped our hands so tight, that it felt inseparable. I still remember the fragrance of your hair, your redolent slender body that used to drive me nuts. The pale skin, that responded at my slightest touch. Those beautiful eyes were a testament of life. Your hands were a work of art. With you by my side, everything in the entire world seemed possible.

Days aren’t exciting anymore when I woke up knowing I had you. My laughter resonates because you don’t laugh with me. A bike ride is merely a commute because you don’t ride pillion. Those who have loved truly once, are far more likely to love again. A part of me knows this, but a part of me dispels with the logic. For my love was not based on logic. I loved you because I loved you!

But such a change has to be honoured, revered. For such a change makes me what I am today. Your absence leaves in me a lingering agony. An agony that keeps me alive, that keeps the fire in me ignited. You remind me that nothing in this life is permanent, that things eventually change!