Long after and long before You met me,
You were part of my being,
As someone known,
Yet to meet or yet to be forgotten,
A constant,
In the dreams and memories,
Etched like watermarks in stone,
So did it matter,
When You actually arrived?
Or when You left?
Perhaps not,
Yes, I felt an exalted happiness when You appeared,
And a terrible loss, when You left,
But these events were just occurrences,
Because in each molecule of my body,
You live on,
In my being,
You are forever….
