Missing you does not always constitute your absence
Often it is about your sweet, flowing presence
Encapsulated within the wispy contours delineating your shadow
Hovering around me in your charming essence

It is as if you are there
Yet, not quite here
It is as if I can touch, feel
Yet not really, nowhere near

I can hear your sweet nothings
Emanating out of somewhere
Can nothingness convey such depth
Or is it my mind which is elsewhere

Perhaps with you at this moment
Nested longingly with soothing anxiety
Waiting patiently for your feelings
To weave their magical tapestry

Subir Chakraborty / 27th Sept 2019