She is still with me....

She doesn't reside with me anymore; although she attends me every now and then. And in those days when she doesn't, I can yet feel her presence. I think she's always close, keeping an eye on me. Because she cares. She mumbles she still loves me. During my week offs when I don't have to go to the office, I usually spend my time doing mostly nothing. She has a wicked side to herself too I guess. She never lets me touch her. She just disappears before I can even get a glance of her. Sometimes I can hear a little clunking noise in the kitchen and I start rushing to get there and grab her so that I can cage her in my arms from behind. But I am not even near. She isn't there. She constantly manages to escape my touch. Other times she annoys me by letting me have a glance of her just the minute before she disappears. When I step out of the bathroom bare-bodied after having a regular shower just returning from my workplace, I find her standing bare in the dining room a few strides away from me. There she stands immobile and having her back against me while also making a show of her long hair unbraided. She stands there like a lifeless shrine put up for sight until I start walking towards her and then she is on the move. I follow her and she leads me straight into the room which was once hers. Well, it's still hers but she doesn't reside in it anymore. The shape of her body blends into the dusk as she walks into her room. I switch the lights on and again, she isn't there. She has been playing hide and seek with me like this ever since she departed. But it isn't that she doesn't meet me at all. She does actually. She let's me know her arrival in her own way whenever she allows me to notice more of her than just a teasing glance. Some nights the air around my room breathes like a scent of love stirred with the fume of demise. The aroma finds its way to my senses through my nose and lays me to my bed for a nap. I think I am able to see her as soon as I close my eyes falling deep asleep. I think this periodic meeting takes place in my imagination. In my imagination, as I open my eyes I see her lying beside me, gazing at me and chuckling. I find myself with her, not in my room, but in my imaginations. Both of us lying next to each other around absolute blackness. We have the same chatter everyday.
“I can't keep going on living without you. I feel empty as it feels to live in my house where you don't live anymore. There's nothing to live for and nothing to live with. The nicest years of my life are exhausted. There could be so many recollections to fill those best years with you. But I didn't get to make those recollections with you. You left me too soon”, I said to her.
“That's why I am going to take you away with me. Rather sooner than later. Don't be impatient darling. I will very soon put an end to the sorrows of your mortal life and then you can stay here with me in this world”, says she as she rests her hand in my bare chest. I smile at her.
I keep getting weaker and weaker with her every visit to my desolate house and the memories of my dreams where I meet her. Nothing seems to cure me anymore. My medications are hardly effective, and to be honest, I don't even want meds anymore. I have quit taking them. Really I get this strange feeling that every time she pays me a visit, I get a little weaker and sicker. But I don't mind. I don't mind at all. What good is living without her anyway? I might as well die. I also feel a strange satisfaction because of her love that outweighs my bodily weakness. I keep getting sicker but It doesn't matter. Because as she said, she is drawing me closer. She's going to take me with her. Soon. And now I am sure that she has spoken the truth. Her every visit is just taking me one step closer to our everlasting reunion.

Yours Forever.