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.
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