Reverberating Silence……

With the beams of the golden sun

The dawn treads between us,

Breaking the night that bound us into one

Woeful sweat trickles down the statues of subdued lust.

Waking up to the cuckoo’s song

The wind chasing through the labyrinthine sheets,

Wishing the night to have been long

Searching tumultuously for your odour, for your heartbeats.

But gloom descends as the morn unfolds,

On my side sleeps hollowed solitude,

The crushed, deflated sheets speak of the stories untold

I embrace the emptiness and hum the ever haunting tune.

I arise to catch the reverberating silence donned in white

To reflect back the darkness soon approaching me,

I shout, I run, to catch the hopeful rays that escape my sight

But defeated, I collapse under the sorrow-borne tree.

Wheeling in my chair, with the yellow leaves of despair

I weave a wreath to adorn your grave,

The dust on which, I sweep with my tears and brush with my hair

I hear you sleep peacefully, sitting by your side like your knave.

You have gone…how easily you have left me behind, in solitude

To be engulfed by the darkening horror each moment as a destitute,

Crippling by the hours and days, this claustrophobia I seek to flee

Your gift of death, the shroud of the virus is all that is left of me

Remembering your requited love, had long erased my fearful wrath

The implacable cunning virus smuggling away substantial warmth,

The face, the voice telling me who I was, and what I have become

Must I give in, accept my reality and sulk till doom comes?