He is quite as a Sunday morning,
The silence is ear deafening
It makes my heart miss a beat.
He stares ahead, wide and blank
I try to fill in colors of life.
His fingers caresses my face's outline
I try to form a faceless smile.
He longs for me, wrenching his heart
Tearless cry lumps my soul.
I lived his past , He misses me now
He tries holding my shapeless hand, but
................ emptiness embraces.
Sadness fills the air around,

My voice is gone,
my arms frozen
I lie in the shroud
lifeless , brazen.
Wanting to reach out,
To shoothe and cuddle
But my lips are sealed
and my feets never to trod.

Finally darkness engulfs the room,
There lies the bride and infront of her groom,
Embarking onto her eternal path
With no remorse of love or wrath.

He is still silent,
Forlorn and lonely,
His stare returns to the lovely
Mist finally surrounds his glare.

( ..... my heart is light heaving a relieved sigh)

© ANA