By Asha Bangar
I brewed a quiet cup of tea
and poured the mourning
gently on the table...
after losing you.
I cracked an egg and stirred my
thoughts... slipping somewhere between...
reality and a dream...
after losing you.
I unfolded my day… and pressed
its wrinkles flat… only to throw it
back to yesterday...
after losing you.
I switched off the lights...
and tucked in the ache...
laying restlessly frozen...
after losing you.