When Love Dies

Late at night my eyes could merely see the rocking empty chair you left behind. Never knew It would leave, wounds that'll ne'er mend. The art on the kitchen wall, The pillow you sewn Each line Like a diamond glittering at moonlight Like a reflection from the mirror I envision every corner, you May be you held me in my sorrow May be I learnt to sing because you inspired But here it is the vacant table with a broken eyewear Of yours, I supposed. There's silence There's calamity The lost joy, the gone years Sufficient to mourn for today When love dies.