The Silent Suffering

it’s just another day yet the air scents different today. am not hurt yet i feel my moist eye lashes. is it your absence? or the truth i know? the truth that things are falling apart the truth that you can’t understand me the truth that there is no me without thee but... i know you feel it, you feel the soft grime on the path of enamour the path that i’d paved for us to walk together. even this day the cupids whisper in my ear the melodious sound of your beating heart. how do I tell you my musings for the fear of separation hovers over me. this epoch of time, unmoving i keep quiet and move along with you, silently. -gurumali