As the pages turn,
The days die too.
Shorn into their own dusk,
Awaiting a starless sky.
The pair of eyes gleam upwards,
Unshed tears glitter,
All the while,
Searching for another pair,
So known yet now so afar.
The black hole,
Yawns in between -
The gaping hollow,
Too extreme.
One long gone,
Without a trace,
Or a new address-
Leaving the other,
Lost and wandering.
The one left behind,
Is the one left over.
The promises of togetherness -
A sudden sham,
That arise the bile,
Locked deep in the throat.
Yet the tears know no anger-
Peace and love adorn,
The gaze.
As the photographs run out,
The memories are what seem real now-
The only link to the reality -
Now abstract.
