The Love that was left of you

The following words were a reply to a beautiful quote shared by my sweet friend and blogger Saumya on FB. The quote is :

“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.” ― Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli's Mandoli

Remember that day when I yearned for you,

Yearned, any clue what it means?

I cried for the distance,

Wept for the confusion,

Screamed noiselessly for the dilemma,

Tore invisible sheets in anguish,

Slept with tears as my companion,

Felt the spring turn winter,

The snow didn’t melt,

The colors burnt into ashes,

Anguish, Anger,

The emptiness of air……..

Remember?

May be you do,

May be not,

That aching yearning

That missed completeness

That dead air

Is all that I recall………..

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Aakriti