My Friend's House
My friend lived in a different city
We hadn’t met, seemed an eternity.
In my dream once he said he’d come,
Revive the old memories over rum.
He came on the day he said he would,
I found him smiling in a happy mood.
As he appeared from behind the winter mist
We felt how much of each other we missed.
He didn’t enter my house then, however,
Said he’d return after work, whenever.
I waited until at night I hit the sack,
But my friend didn’t come back.
I went to his place to solve the mystery,
Found his wrecked wife trying to behave easy,
Said, he died a year ago, but hadn’t gone away.
I ran out of the haunted house, a word I couldn’t say.
September 27, 2019
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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