Cosmological Constant

Dear Ruth,

You have made me into a human; I was wild and untamed. It was then you evolved and occurred into mine. I have seen the greatness of life and the vivacity of soul. I have also sung the utopian hallelujahs to the stories we've never told. I always wonder the transformation I've gone through- you made me a poet.

You were everywhere in every form and matter; I couldn't see any other patterns other than yours. I saw my coming through the pains of thought and the flow of words. I made them into being and coloured with your life and image.

Ah, such a delicate soul! I incubated you in time and space for eternity. It was in your absence I found the beauty of love for the first time in great magnitude. Quite an irony! Your absence filled everywhere and suffocated my anarchist self. And, you became a continuation of everything I loved. I was trying to take off unto the magnificent gift of a writer. You brought my muse along with you. My soul rejoiced and overwhelmed over the sanctity of the romance unfettered from the procrastinator self. Our paths converged like shooting stars. Deep in the abyss of mine, you remain a cosmological constant in ad infinitum. In that moment, I imbibed the elixir of life from the cosmic chalice.

Do you see the pattern, Ruth? It's beautiful how we evolved and dissolved, yet leaving the traces of past to trace in time.

Ruth, muse of my poetry, I'll lay you to rest where fate lays me. On that day, what words shall I share with the final nail echoing in my coffin's embrace?

Ruth, a dewdrop is still trapped in the gravity of time. I leave it there for you, that one day you might find it in eternity.

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