A World Without You

You left before the winter ended

The pen hadn’t finished the last couplet

Now I move among the shadows

Jokers laugh at the pathos.

The four beige walls with ears

Celebrate the lipstick mark and tears

Your stories I cannot frame

We won the war and lost the game.

Half a bottle of golden Scotch

Those moments of loss that you dodge

The broken flute has a last tune

The city without sleep now has no moon.

From a faraway land monsoon brings a song

You slip away and my prayers tag along

The altar is empty, my God went home

I say the last Hello to nobody over the phone.