Knackered I entered the room,
The lights were dim, the bed untouched,
No sign of you, no presence of love,
I placed the keys on the table of dust,
Which was once the cradle of lust,
Every corner craved for the warmth of affection,
The air had gone stale exaggerating suffocation
The house seemed like a darkened den,
Where loneliness resides, where memories went plain.
I felt the same emptiness in me,
My heart was caged longing to be free.
I knew you were gone and I can never feel your touch,
But your memories are precious and I cannot let it disappear from my clutch.
Picture Courtesy: Tumblr