You Are So Beautiful (A Lyrical English Poem Inspired by Absence)

Today,

you were not near.

And in your absence,

a quiet ache settled in my chest—

not loud,

not sharp,

but soft and endless,

like the hush before a storm that never comes.

Your memory,

gentle yet persistent,

came knocking at the doors of my soul.

I tried to go about my day—

but you,

you were everywhere.

Unable to bear it,

I reached for the place where I hold you—

tucked safe between leather folds,

creased at the corners,

your photograph

sleeping silently in my wallet.

With trembling hands,

I pulled you out,

and for what felt like hours,

I simply stared.

I don’t know why

but today

your face seemed different.

Maybe not different—

just clearer,

more luminous,

like moonlight rediscovered

after endless days of rain.

I realized something

I had long forgotten—

You are so beautiful.

All this time,

as we moved through days

woven with duties and distractions,

coffee stains and to-do lists,

arguments and reconciliations,

I had stopped noticing.

Living beside you

had made me blind

to the poetry in your presence.

My eyes had grown

too accustomed

to your nearness.

Like a sky we forget to admire

just because it’s always above us.

But today,

today in the silence of your absence,

when I looked at you

through this captured frame,

frozen in time,

smiling softly at a moment long gone—

I remembered.

I remembered

the curve of your smile

that always arrives a second before your laughter.

I remembered

the way your eyes

hold galaxies

and gentle storms.

The way your hair

falls like quiet rain

across your brow,

like a curtain drawn

on an unfinished play.

How had I forgotten?

You are not merely beautiful

in the way the world defines beauty—

No.

You are beautiful

in the way light filters through leaves

on late autumn afternoons,

in the way a familiar song

finds your heart

just when it needs healing.

You are beautiful

in your silences,

in your sighs,

in the way you say my name

like a prayer

that’s never been broken.

And I?

I had been blind.

Too busy living beside you

to truly see you.

But today,

your picture

awoke a thousand truths in me.

You are so beautiful.

More than I remembered.

More than I deserved.

More than this world will ever understand.

And maybe tomorrow,

when you return,

I will remember

to pause,

to look,

to truly see.

Because beauty—

real beauty—

does not always shout.

Sometimes,

it simply waits

to be noticed

in the stillness of absence.