Doors
aren’t closed yet
End
isn’t an end really
From
all the places of her absences
She
still watches me
I
have marked them all
Like
the audience of a true artist never dies
Even
if it isn’t real
The
beloved of a true lover never leaves
She
occupies spaces once forever
Even
today
In
my routine mundane life
You
are as real as your absence
I
never lost you
I
never lose you
In
reality or otherwise
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