Last Meet

Last Meet In evening I reached the glass house in my garden and glanced on shrubs. Nice lovely lilacs purple, lavender, white flowers seemed useless and dull. Evening bade good bye. My glass house turned pitch black dark. I waited for you. You came with candle. Darkness was torn in silence. But our love was dark Dim flame was trembling. Our shadows were dancing on gloomy glass wall. Two silent strangers might recollect memories that had lost all charms. We liked each other. You were not my cup of tea. Better to break up We looked face to face. Our last meet counted seconds. We spent night speechless. 12/19/15