Just feels like last night,
When you held my hand and told me you’ll never leave
A cold night, it was Christmas Eve.
Sitting across; on our bed
That’s all you said
Oh how I longed to hold you that night,
But, honey why’d you look so pale?
And your face;
You weren’t sad, you weren’t happy
You were empty.
And if I moved closer, you’d seem more distant. Why?
Your voice was faint and deep
Like you had lost something. What did you lose?
I wished you’d tell me and I would kiss you to feeling better, just like old times.
But time seemed to have slowed down that night;
And Silence was dense; all over.
26 December, your grave.
Cold breeze, pale grass, an emptiness
Silence, holding memories of you and times that would never return.
And a smile ran across my face
Because you will return,
Again, tonight, as always.
— Gunjan Sethi