There they lay your reading glasses, right over the scribbles of your unfinished love song.
There, the silent embers of your post-lunch smoke.
The car seat adjusted precisely to nestle you back in.
The warmth of the covers of our chatty nights, perfectly intact.
Remember the red ketchup blotch on the lace table cloth that was blushing like a bride, on the day you accidentally smeared it? You know today it is so dull with displeasure, it shies away from the burning eyes of the world.
My toothbrush now, once a twin of yours, resembles a hag frenzied by the years.
While yours, stands still in the pavilion waiting, never to bat again.
And you know, I swear, sometimes when I am not trying too hard, I can smell your perfume right around me. Feels like if i close my eyes you will come and kiss me.
Your voice is still so fresh in my mind that I am often deluded beyond control.
"Oh! Baby come with me", sometimes I say it out aloud after you. Then a deep sense of pain runs across my heart because I don't sound like you and you would never say it again.
But will you believe if I told you, that now I never cry. The gush of feelings that once charged through my veins at the drop of a hat, now remains unshaken by the greatest of the thunders.
And amidst all this (that I find very little) there is some of me still left. I know I am just waiting for you to call my name. I am in a hurry to join you and that's my prayer every night.
"Oh! Baby come with me", are all my ears desire.
