Your absence

Your absence short poem

The soul of the song missing from my lips
Reverberates in the shower and dies.
Outside, the koyal coos. Like a spurned lover.
Tireless. Insistent. Indignant.
Echoing footsteps drown the inner monologue
And heartbeats keep time with a lone drop of water
Trying to find its way to the bucket.
Hinges unnecessarily wail.
The wall clock’s unending “kachak-kachak-kachak”
Add to the silence magnified by the hollow
Of the spaces that you have left behind…
Now that you are gone, perhaps I should leave too.

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Loneliness captured in words with so much empathy..A fabulous piece of poetry!


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