My Love is a Dead Existentialist

By. Roma Narkhede

a clear memory when I read the words he said –

My existence was where no voice,

no possible movement, could free me

from the agony and darkness.

a feeling of blustering recognition

that I had found love

I have looked for love on the websites

faces passing through

a tunnel of dark light

my dead existentialist

seemed to know of my love

like it was a Godot of his mind.

Roma Narkhede is a poet and an artist from India. She has an MFA in creative writing from Rosemont College. Her artwork has appeared on the cover of Matter Press books and The Bookends Review. Roma writes non-fiction and poetry on subjects ranging from culture to identity. You can find her artwork on romasboxofcolors.com.