Sweet sadness

Morning was misty and so were the eyes. Secluded from the world by steel walls, this time the experience was unique. It felt like floating on an endless wave. The feeling and the emotion was more real, as if it was touched, as if it was tasted. It was the cry  of  the presence. The shift has happened. Dwelling in the sorrow of absence is replaced with the feelings of presence. All this while, It was about being lonely but not alone. This time it was being alone but not lonely. Tears of presence felt sweeter than the tears of absence.