Presence

Through the cracks of white blinds
Sneak peaks faded moonlight
On the antique wooden bed
Covered with checkers bed sheet
As she lays still on stern mattress
Staring at the roof breathless

She watches her soul mate
Sleeping like a baby, lying right next to her
Echoing are his spoken words
He loved her from the bottom of his heart
As he kissed her in his masculine arms
She turns and looks into his eyes
Watches reverberating emotions in silence
There is no movement
But strong breeze of his presence

Flicking eyes gently as tears drop
On to her soft pillow under her entangled hair
As she watched the reel of yester years
Started rolling scene by scene, a perfect picture
No cuts, no retakes, no lights, no cameras
And no crew to put it all together
It’s a family drama she created
With him, her other half
Capturing every bit of his flair, together
Cut, for the moment as she blinks her eyes
Reckoning the second of quietness
Before the movie goes any further

Lights, camera, sound, and action
The shooting is back on, it’s the scene;
She dances to the stillness
As she slumbers in her sleepless hush
Listening to the music of her anguish
All across hollow space
Filled with fancy antique wooden pieces

The violins are getting louder
The melancholy sounds are thunderous
As she reaches to wipe off left over
Residue of his warmth of tender love and care
Soaked deep into the thick mattress
Where the stain of him is clear
On the empty white pillow cover
And, all the way to the bottom of the bed
She tried different solutions
Even her own saline water
Sprayed directly through the faucet of her tears
But all in sheer vain.

Her face is all naked
Skin tone is ragged
No blush on her cheek bones
No powder to match her skin color
Eyes are all naturally dried
With floating tears in her austere eyes
No more painted mask on her
To hide her true story behind
Her plastered fake smile
And strapping attitude
She portrays so diligently
All day long running around
Unaccompanied in the crowded world

It’s the blinding moonlight
Brought by long cruel night
Every night after night
Slapping her hard, constantly
With the boisterous mourning silence
That has the alluring scent of his presence
Reminding her she’s now though all by herself
His soul is still lying next to her
She sure can feel, but cannot reach for
No matter how hard she tries
To fade away his memories
From her wrecked brain’s grey matter
But they pop right back at her
Making his presence even stronger

She’s back where she started
For the alarm just went off
And, another night just passed by
While through the cracks of white blinds
Sneak peaks faded daylight
On the antique wooden bed
Covered with checkers bed sheet
As she lays still on stern mattress
Staring at the roof breathless
To begin another fake day
Until the darkness comes back crawling
Into her life, after 9 to 5
To continue her lifeless journey
Living, breathing, dancing
Around and with his alluring presence