Dressed in his best suit and tie
He sat on the wheelchair,holding a bouquet of roses
A long cherished dream that saw half a century go by
Only the roses were white and she,was in black
And the priest spoke of a peaceful after life rather than the journey of two hearts onto a single track.
Their eyes met as each surveyed the body,their fingertips had once grown so familiar to
He still saw the submissive look in her eyes of that night in the train
She still saw the passionate look in his,of those kisses in the rain
He had lost most of his teeth but she still remembered their bite
Her hair wasn’t silky anymore but he still remembered his hands glide
Their bodies might have lost color but love hadn’t lost its touch
Like a leaf preserved between pages remaining forever such.
Two hours had passed and innumerable conversations had been made
Not a word had been spoken but the pain of their souls had been conveyed
Tears rolled down again as it was time for yet another good bye
People around,oblivious,admired his love for the deceased ally.
The following day saw him at the Church again
Thanking the Lord for the previous day’s gain
Lit a candle and as per the routine wish,he’d say
“Lord,Don’t get me wrong but soon,please take another mutual friend away”.
– Aks
Dear Reader,here is wishing you a very Happy New Year! May you have a wonderful 2017.
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