She is alongside me.

I’m no longer alone.
She is alongside me.
In my unrelated dreams I resist my eagerness to hug her.
Every time when she comes near me I used to pull back.
But not anymore, now she is always near.
In the narrow strip of land amidst the blue seas, only she was with me.
In my every move she held my hand.
She didn’t say anything.
I didn’t say anything.
What should we say – we let our silence speak.
I love her for being what she is.
She is the reason why my heart is now a flowing stream.
In my ruined room, she is near me.
She is my dear. She is loneliness.
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