Writing is my way of processing emotions. When you walked into my life, I was hit with a wave of melancholy. And I didn’t know how to understand what I was feeling, as I reflected – I wrote the following piece.
You are familiar to me.
It’s as if your soul is written in a language I know how to read.
There were broken pieces of me, that ached for belonging,
To find a home, outside of melancholy.
Trapped in a void, I had almost lost belief.
Then I found you, and in your company- peace.
For in your presence, time itself transcends.
I no longer dance in memories with shadowy silhouettes….
I am present.
Thank you for being you.
In your presence I have learnt much about what I need to do.