Sense of Life

And it was not deficient
EVER !
With the shortness of breath
It came through death
The sense of Life.

The sense of Life
Always brewed
Often in disguise
Muffled - untold.

When you were not there
I felt the pangs - ah! another
When I was missing
It went past a hugging
That my deprived eyes beheld.

Just that pain did not realize
That within the cloak of
Every hour deprived
Brewed through solitude
A cry unrealized
And through moments unspent with you,
It was not Life always I choose
It was You.

~ A.