Heartbeat
We parted in the train, while I dozed,
Saving an inevitable scene.
Why, what, initiator, settlements, and questions like that
Will remain unanswered.
I had been warned by friends.
The advice and the obvious,
I had chosen to ignore
Believing in my ability
To handle things myself.
It bothers me so,
Saddens me more so
About the way it happened,
In spite of
the endearments I had whispered,
the confidences I had shared,
the storms we had weathered,
the years we trod the earth,
We had parted without even a goodbye.
To deny being envious
At the thought of abandoning me
In favour of an embrace of a stranger,
Makes me grieve even more
That my soul has descended so low.
A feature of the times we live in,
Aggravated by technology breathing down our backs
Distorting our lives,
That is where I place my blame.
Relationships getting shorter,
Sensuous models in the dim-lit windows,
Some taking to the streets,
What else can one expect these days?
Still,
Eight years is a reasonable time
To coexist and cohabit
In our demanding lifestyle.
Yet, I have lost a companion,
A part of my memory with it.
Recovery will take time,
Even with friends and family assisting.
When the phone rings, I run to it
Hoping it would be that voice once again.
Every time I see the postman,
Expectations overwhelm.
Whenever the doorbell rings
My pulse races ahead.
Hints of the familiar voice
Makes me stop and strain my ears.
How long can I survive
in this state of mourning…
I guiltily escape to the Internet,
Cast furtive looks at the fortunate ones.
With the family and friends insisting,
I have finally made up my mind.
Now I am on the lookout
For another mobile phone.
What the visitors say...
Very nice surprise with a typical Silva ending (unexpected twist)!!
- Michel