Chirping birds announced day break,
he thought he smelt hot tea
Blue or black, he pondered about the suit
Then it hit him! “Bereavement leave”.
How soon the memory slipped,
He had fed the crows, done the last deeds
She lay serene, it had felt so strange
She who never slept, when he was awake.
He ached for the familiar teasing voice.
Splashing water on his face, he saw not
his red -rimmed eyes, his grief lined face
But her vermillion “bindi” on his image.
He recalled her carefully plucking it off
from between her lovely brows
sticking it on the bathroom glass.
It stared at him, calling her back.
Then he cried for she was gone.
Gone forever leaving her songs.
What lay ahead, he closed his eyes.
no questions asked , no answers found..
Should he clean the house, who cared now?
Or wipe his tears, as they freely flowed.
No one to listen if he talked and talked
Or to answer him gently if he called.
Deafening silence settled on his soul
Grief resembled a yawning black hole
He hadn’t said good bye, he realized
Taking for granted, her place by his side.
He breathed in her scent from her unwashed dress
as it lay hanging orphaned now,
missing her warmth, nestling against him,
he heard echoes of Death’s silent laugh.