Monday, October 1, 2018

you and her

stopped seeing

colour in her gaze
and how it can quickly dissolve into the sheen of her eyes

colour in the words she speaks
dissipating into distant muted sounds

colour in her enthusiasm
splintering against walls around you

for you it is the
black and white movies
the staccato speech of the stars
the stiff miming of emotions

your eyes on the 13 inch screen
i see her look at the of your back of your head
her hand on her chest
it seems the emptiness away
as she mumbles Good night love

you do not see
colour in her hope

hope is a ghost
that refuses to accept its death

© 2018 Padmavani Karkera

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