His name…

A song once sung is forgotten by her,
In the endless nights of waiting,
A tune that was the closest to her heart,
Haunts her in her days of lamenting.

The broken mug that once served coffee,
Lays wasted behind its broken siblings,
As the taste, once captivating, is now slowly poisoning,
Her stay in her lonely place of dwelling.

The walls, the curtains – all bear the smile,
And the laughter that echoed the entire day,
But now they droop down with a heavy heart,
Wiping off the tears from her face as she lays

On the cold, stone floor, looking beyond
The lurking horizon, anticipating to see the frame
Of the man she loves, of her husband, now at war,
Chanting, in an unpremeditated way, his name.

<a rel=”license” href=”http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/”&gt;Creative Commons License

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s