Sitting  By  Your  Grave

I was sitting, beside you
I was sitting, but not you.

You were lying, not on a bed
You were arrogant, I was sad.

I asked you things, I asked again
I asked many, but all in vain.

You did not reply, nor make a move,
You but with your silence, one thing prove-

That I'll never get to hear you, you won't talk,
That with your hand in mine again, you won't walk.

I shrugged in cold, as the wind blew
I saw the leaves move, despite the dew,

They moved again, as if wanting to reveal,
They seemed to show me something, something not surreal,

And then I saw your name, inscribed on the stone
And that was when I realised for real, that you were gone,

Gone is your face, that I loved so dear
Gone is your voice, that I died to hear,

Gone is your smile, that I did most adore
Gone is your laughter that I always wished for more.

I could no more hold, that tear that first did fall
I felt my eyes let go, every teardrop a waterfall

I at once stopped crying, I recalled what you said
I am not supposed to cry, I am not to be mad

You taught me how to face what's true You but forgot to teach me-how to live without you

I am left with no choice, no one to help
I have to learn it, all by myself

Never will I feel your absence, no matter you be how far
Never lost, never gone, in my heart
is where you are.

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29-01-2016