Without You A Wound Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

The man didn't go anywhere
He was stuck to your smell
Smelled like a classical lover
Naturally he was yours,
He certainly told this all to you
It's his way to be so
Silently looking at your lines
Ardently agreed to your existence
You carried him, you cured him
He was crying; he was contented
Wholeheartedly attuned to your light
Sideways didn't ever enthrall him
Waywalks didn't vindicate him ever
With you he was him; without you a wound
Listened only to you, and lived your life
Was your emotion, and your obsession
Plenty of yourself breathed through him
He would hide deep in your heart
Because your rain wrote him down.