A moment came by,
it looked at you
watching the latest song
which spoke of love entering naked into lives
and leaving masked and tearful
realizing it had been shameless
over confident, too trusting
And was being
for being what it was.
It then tip toed up behind me
giving me a sly nudge
but I was busy scrubbing the sink
and watching another
batch of freshly baked poems
into the drain
swirling into newer shapes
as they gurgled their last.
Looking back at us one last time,
it climbed onto the window sill and
jumped to its death.
We did look at each other then
for the wind chime wept faintly
knowing another one was forever lost.
©Reena Prasad 7th November 2012