Of You. For you.

You exist…

Because all the ones who came and went before you still persist.

Because when I’m searching for loose change, I still find the notes we made.

Because I still sleep on the right side of the bed.

You exist…

Because Prateek Kuhad songs fill my youtube recommendations.

Because I still call my niece ‘Blue’ at times.

Because I am surrounded by people named ‘Deepak’.

You exist…

Because I still like wearing cotton shirts with mandarin collars.

Because I refuse to disengage from the illusion I thought you would be.

Because fragrances have a way of making things real.

You exist…

Because when I feel cold, I still hold you close.

Because I loved stealing words to recite them to you.

Because we failed to part when we should not have begun at all.

You exist…

Because you’re a memory that has evolved.

Because you’re a feeling I have chosen to acknowledge.

Because some blame is on you and some stays with me.

You exist…

Because I still want you to…

Because you did…

Because we did…

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