Everything became
A silent dance of atoms,
Your absence left an immense void,
A mountain of solitude
That rises in my being,
Like the spine of the Alps,
The vertebrae of the Andes,
The remote summit of the Himalayas.
The foundations of my soul
Shook,
And Avogadro’s number
Of tears flowed
As i remembered the magnitude
Of what i lost:
You, yesterday.
And today, nostalgia
Overflows me, it surpasses me.
Every particle of my being
Seeks your presence,
As if the entire universe
Converged
On the exact point
Where you used to be.
Everything became
A silent dance of atoms,
Your absence left an immense void,
A mountain of solitude
That rises in my being,
Like the spine of the Alps,
The vertebrae of the Andes,
The remote summit of the Himalayas.
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