There were no tears left in my eyes; wholesomely
extricated of the last iota of moisture engulfing the
impeccable whites,

There was no sweat left in my arms; horrendously
withering towards the whirlpool of absolute
extinction,

There were no emotions left in my blood; with its
profusely scarlet shades metamorphosing into a
lifeless slurry of dolorously colorless water,

There were no dreams left in my mind; preposterously
relinquishing its most minuscule reservoir of memory
forever,

There was no ambition left in my senses; miserably
succumbing to the most infinitesimal matchstick of
soggy dirt that encountered them in their way,

There was no color left in my lips; crumbling
pathetically like avalanches of insipid ash; at the
slightest of nonchalant caress,

There was no euphoria left in my veins; wavering like
ludicrous threads in the atmosphere; into a well of
deplorable renunciation,

There were no tunes left in my throat; drearily
blending with the abysmally barren desert sands;
sinking every tangible entity in the treachery of
their belly,

There was no passion left in my footsteps; sounding
more capricious than the nimble fleeted ant; entirely
disappearing beyond the horizons of oblivion even
before they were born,

There was no tenacity left in my bones; transiting
into frigidly squelched pulp; as the first droplet of
rain cascaded from the sky,

There was no mysticism left in my shadow; sprawling
like a cloud of nondescript chalk; burying itself
infinite kilometers beneath the soil at the most
frugal insinuation of darkness,

There was no charisma left in my speech; with all the
whispers diffusing from my mouth; sounding worse than
the squeak of an imprisoned mouse,

There was no rhapsody left in my actions; with each
shoulder I advanced towards the sky; entrenching me
perpetually in an overwhelmingly hostile arcade of
venomous thorns,

There was no mischief left in my cheeks; with each
dimple forming; invidiously dragging me towards the
sinister island of tyrannical hell,

There was no semblance left in my persona; as I
insanely stuttered towards the island of miserable
doom; racing like an untamed warship towards the
corridors of self extinction,

There was no inspiration left in my existence; as I
collapsed like a pack of ignominious cards to blend
with derogatory soil; even under the most flamboyantly
sweltering sunshine,

There was no breath left in my nose; perennially
annihilating every sign of life from the inner most
rudiments of my disastrously mocking caricature,

And there were no beats left in my heart; as it
coalesced profoundly with its grave; trudging survival
like a lackluster leaf without the remotest trace of
vivacity,

As I missed you more than clouds miss this earth O!
enchanting Beloved; and although I trespassed every
unveiling minute like a ghost with contemporary flesh
and bone; my soul had united with yours O! Beloved;
would immortally remain yours forever whether you
slept for centuries unprecedented; or took birth as an
infant once again…


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