|© Isadora Gruye|
When past arrives cloaked with colors and scents
All I see is love—still so dear to me; though I know you’re gone,
Sounds of birds, insects, and footsteps reach me with love-words
I never learnt to compromise---I did not.
An ache lives on, my heart still impatient, unused like my garden...withering away by a process of age, without the touch of your green-fingers.
I come and sit on the bench every evening, as the twilight thickens; with me, a night-lotus blossoms like a candle in a crystal bowl.
Moonlight skims through the trees, light the night-flowers; a trellis of jasmine flickers and there's a strange presence in the garden of Moon.
A shadow shifts under the jasmine bush; the air gets softer and warm; you arrive, drape me in your arms informing me, you still loved your moody wife.
The winds drop, crickets go silent; the big banyan tree suddenly throws a strange pattern of light onto the plaque bearing our house number, the plaque looks tilted; I feel liking reaching out to straighten it.
But…you do not let me go... I grab you and whisper,’ time has lost its meaning, honey; the air we breathe is so different now, mingling past n present makes no sense today’; I didn't realize, my words hurt the spirit of the night.
I try to get up, finding no one in the vicinity… fear gather in me; I look towards the night sky.
Sorrow sits on my heart; but I know, its best we remain the way we are…
Fireflies have suddenly gone into hiding, the leaves of the trees, are now glistening like diamonds in front of me; a thin film of mist settle in the yard.
I sit down finally, looking at the emptiness around me, I know, I have this ‘I’ to battle with...; what exists must exist, only compositions must change appropriately.
Written for the-sunday-mini-challenge-14-liners
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