To my husband, you are missed everyday, every minute, every hour, every second…
I feel like the wave in the sea.
A strong wave rises and falls, falling deep into the heart of the sea, trying to reconcile with reality. As the water sinks deeper, the turmoil grows stronger. The acceptance of truth is difficult, the unrest grows and grows, the wind blows, a new wave grows. My longing for you is like the wave in the sea. The cyclical yearning falling into the abyss of melancholy. My thoughts like water keep drowning and fighting.
Your absence is like the void between the rising and the falling wave. A void so brief, clouded by all the rising memories. The pain deepens and grows, sometimes angry, sometimes low but a continuous discourse like these waves in the sea.
What is anything worth without your smile? Can any flower ever blossom without sunshine? The waves shall rise and fall, the moon shall wax and wane, my soul shall continue to wither till we meet again.
The pain deepens and grows, sometimes angry, sometimes low but a continuous discourse like these waves in the sea…
PS. My husband is alive and healthy. We are living in different states. The intensity of emotions may have suggested otherwise.
Aishwarya_ the sailor 