ABANDONED

That autumn morning, when I first saw you
Tall and handsome, draped in a suit,
I felt life, throbbing within
Never to leave me.

Shorn of love and feeling for days
Burnt screams of emptiness
Had resonated in my heart’s crevices. 
Without a name.

You brought me relief and rescued me
from bearing the burden of historical anchorage.
Swept me off my feet, resonating
Ceremonial celebrations.

Your careful maneuvers, knowledge and style, 
in structure, orchestrated a symphony of dreams . 
in the rooms, in every corner and breath
Culture resonated.
.

Disconnected, yet with a regard
You shaped me in your taste.
I felt my being rapture, with a sweetness
Unspoken of.

No longer empty, I felt myself glow.
Chandeliers, banisters whispered gratitude.
I felt life ripple through meetings over dinners.
Anniversaries over years.

Then one day you left.
A change. Catastrophic.

Knocks or footsteps no longer sound.
Nor curtains or candles lightened
The gloom of emptiness
Dark and deep.

A mass of broken brick and mortar now,
Shorn of cemented hopes in my crevices---
I feel shattered, ashamed of being
damned. Dilapidated.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Gifford Avatar
March 19, 2024 at 9:27 AM
Beautifully written. Bittersweet and touchingly sad.
Bhattacharjee Avatar
March 20, 2024 at 7:12 AM
Thank you for your valuable comments.
Sinha-Roy Avatar
March 17, 2024 at 6:47 AM
A very appealing poem on lost love with alliteration and apt word selection.
Bhattacharjee Avatar
March 18, 2024 at 12:41 AM
Thank you. The words did not effortlessly come though. Reading some of the poems of a few poets, including yours, helped.
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