Prose Poem - an exercise



Your leaving would take the middle out of my life. To say that I would miss you is like beggars’ alms, for they are a beggar’s words. I would be desperately alone and the world would not know it. I would laugh as I always have: too heartily. But, I would not cry. To think of life without you would be like drinking tea from a saucer, too hot and then too cold. It would be like climbing Mount Everest and not finding ice and snow there, yet having lost a limb to frostbite. To think of every day, crystallising without you is emptiness so vast I cannot comprehend it, like light not comprehending darkness. The very aliveness of the world, the very death in me, a zombie; gyrating from one true pure function to another; that would be me without you.

The loneliness of the heart you have already known, but picture the strangeness of my soul without you.

 

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Rohini Sunderam is a Canadian of Indian origin who calls both Halifax, NS as well as Bahrain, home. She is a sem ....Read more

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