Every time I feel alone, you are not there.
I wish to turn to someone, and you are not there.
I want to hold your hand, you are not there.
You, are not a person.
You, are the reminder to me, that all that is external is unreal.
The external does not define me, it does not enlighten me, it could not wound me, it could never complete me.
In-truth, it could not give me love, but only reflect the love I have within back to me.
On the journey, I am attached to some of you more than others. As the mirror you hold are clearer, more still, and I become deeply mesmerized. But in fact, what I am seeing in you, is what you are reflecting back to me. This only happens, when in-truth, you are still within yourself.
When you are not there in the outside reality, perhaps it is time I am to ready to see myself without any reflections anymore.
Perhaps it means, I now know who I am from the pulsating of my heart.
Perhaps, my beloved, I am ready.