Past my own horizons,
On what feels like the edge of the world.
Further than the streets and roads between us;
Yet somehow closer.
Brighter than undiscovered stars.
With a smile that lights worlds,
And a touch that sets bodies alight.
In your wake I have smouldered to ash.
As a parable, a myth, a bedtime tale…
A collection of words strung together,
By an inadequate poet.
No words could ever do you justice.
Both in another’s arms
And in my memories; Simultaneously.
I feel you everywhere I go,
With every painful step.
But you exist.
And that has always been,
And continues to be my reason to smile.
And weather you exist in my world or not -
I will always be forever grateful
… that you exist.
— Ranata Suzuki, Existential Love