Dinesh Perera

When I'M Gone

When I’m gone,
You won’t feel the emptiness
For I take it with me.
To settle down in some fake paradise
I must create with my ingenuity.

When I’m gone,
All you’ll think of is the very many
Ways in which to explore the space,
The tanned bodies and the text book positions.
When in my space all I'll hear is the memory of you breathe.

When I’m gone,
The days will follow the nights.
As torturously as they have done so far.
To sting my eyes with light when all inside me is darkness,
A twilight in an eternal what could have been.

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