I see her in hazy sunlight,
in busy mornings, in quiet nights,
In shadows that fall on empty walls
in every dream I still recall.

I hear her in the silence of night,
in whispered prayers, in echoes light,
Her laughter softens all my pain,
like light breaking through the rain.

I smell her in the passing air,
in empty rooms, she’s always there,
Like rain on soil, gentle and slow,
a familiar warmth I’ve come to know.

I feel her in the evening glow,
in every heartbeat, soft and low,
Her love moves through the core of me,
teaching my soul how to breathe.

I taste her in the brush of lips,
in moments where time softly slips,
A warmth that settles in my chest,
a quiet love that feels like rest.

She is in every part of me,
in every glance, in all I see,
In every sound, in every touch,
in every breath – I miss her much.
Not gone from me, not far away,
just loved in absence, every day.

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Kushagra Shringi is a college student and emerging poet whose work explores longing, and emotional realism. He writes from India and believes poetry is a form of quiet resistance.