Alive, Yet Again!

There was a thought in her prayer,

Full of light & areas of grey stares,

With the arms full of the grace of the demise,

She was just happy, his death was so precise,

Dealing with the void & so much air,

Things were much simpler & fair,

The opening for any chance of a chance,

Was squashed by the lack of romance,

Trying to be so idle, trying to be so naive,

The run to the memory lane has been grave,

Such has been the timed confusion,

Such is the time loss of affection,

Stepwise, with every breath, poured in,

Calling everyone with nothing to feel within,

He was here, ruffling my feathers in the air,

Probably it’s you reading in despair!