The Faceless Dream Man

By Parineeta Habib

His silhouette fading in the hidden shadows of my errant desires as he

walks away,

leaving me with every cell in my body craving for his familiar belonging.

A Tug of war between my heart and my diligence, my pride or my desire,

My ego verses my ability to make decisions with my beating heart

I clutch onto it so tight, impossible outpace my reprimanded, tainted love

and desire.

My heart flutters as my soul drops to a trampoline

I grasp the very air filled with the echo of his touch.

The absence of your presence palpable

The absence of your sweet words in my ears deafening

The absence of your touch lingers on my lips,

The haunted solitude of my yearning passion for you fiercely vacant

The silence of the void echoed in my heart,

Iron cold, without your warmth to melt away

The swollen memories of your haunted absence

By Parineeta Habib