Incompleteness...in Absence

Life started with a whisk;

With thirst increasing day by day.

Before i could taste the fruit,

It abducted all my dreams,

Whipping me to darkness.

The cold nights became scorching,

As I was Padlocked to death.

Every day i woke up,

With an utter abhorrent look.

I prayed my demise;

Realising self as vacuity.

Until she intervened;

Ablazing my heart with life.

She helped me to look beyond

And I reacted,

Expressing myself to this buzzy world.

She filled the space between my fingers

And made me think of those

Who still wanted me to breathe

While crossing those dark forests;

Many helping hands came by.

But me intuited, they weren't selfless.

Now at this stage of life,

When i stand lively despite pain;

And she has to move away,

I feel myself all alone,

sensing "an incompleteness in absence.."