Sans You

Is that my immutable mood today?

That still begs and pleads, ‘don’t go away’?

And yet you left while the harsh summer heat

Made mindless mirages on every street.

Like the shimmering of the midday air

I prayed, I hoped, but you were not there.

And unlike this, this soft and sad this dove-grey rain

A monsoon storm now engulfs my brain.

The clouds grow dark not grey but black as tar

I hear thunder rumbling from afar

The lightning is flashing diamond bright

These gentle flowers they mock my sight.

This soft, this blue, that you once so adored

The gentle rain that once your soul restored .

This rain, this rain it will not bring you home

It patters on a window, tells me I’m alone.

And flowers so fresh, they weep with their own dew

Somehow, they also know, it’s only me… sans you.