Tell Me Why

Tell Me Why?

On her chair, facing the window,
Looking down into the street below,
The scene is the same, as it has been before,
Her thoughts run amok, she questions once more,
Why it's so different when it's all said and done,
When love was young and she the loved one.

On his chair gently rocking too and fro,
Staring at the picture hanging by the open door,
A black smudge he cannot see any more,
His thoughts also reach out and mingle with hers,
And he wonders why it is not as before,
When love was sweet and he the one she adored.

And they weep, silently holding their memories,
Of each other, bandaged and embalmed,
Still living, but so dead, together but distant,
So much to say, yet so quiet,
So much that's wrong, yet they don't know,
What they should do to make it right.

They sigh, look at one another, and see,
The other, as they once knew them to be,
A smile starts, between them, and is gone,
Again the coldness, again the gloom,
Clammy tentacles of indifference in the room,
Gripping them forever in their silent tomb.

~Sujata~

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