Lights just went off,
making the room
languish in despondence.
A sinister plot crafted by unruly clouds
ensured no celestial luminaries
become visible; only a devoted flame
still flinches to retain
its wretched subsistence.
Like a dead chandelier
your emptiness hangs
and my elastic shadows
seemingly lengthens. Their
dreadful mimicry presents a
thoughtful giant statuette
pasted on the vacant wall,
and evidently
it chases me behind
even as I mount a steep incline
of the pile of sorrows
that you gifted me.
Then as the sun rays fall
the ghost on the wall
buries itself in its daytime tomb,
but your memories, stories
smiles and pain
prefers to remain
-only my elastic shadows
seemingly shortens.
