* Reminiscence * (A Poem)

The sunlight tumbled upon the tinted window
Slipped into the room illuminating her pallid face
Awakens the soul gone weary from work last night.
As Forced her eyes to open, his memory struck her,
like a migraine, an incurable one, thudding in her head
The Memory still fresh as dew droplets on the window,
Pulling off the curtains, she prayed for freedom.
Freedom from his thoughts, his crooked smile
that diluted her senses, stamped in her memory.
Helpless did she feel for the cruel realization 

When rain pour down heavily like ugly swords 
up high from the grey beaten but heavenly skies,
And raindrops play tickety tac on her old roof,
His memory would sneak in uninvited while
she sits absorbed, sipping coffee in the porch.

When her twirling hand on white pale canvas
merge colors to animate her dreary imagination
Interrupted by the memory of his handsome face
Those hauntingly beautiful eyes staring into hers,
That licking of his lips again before kissing her,
Were futile attempts to replicate the face on canvas.

When radio blare out songs, only contributing
to the noise of abyss by careless neighbors,
That one song, slow down her spinning world
Every star burnt bright on the tattered skies,
As they sat together on terrace with her head
On his shoulders, their cold hands intertwined.

When night would grow younger and thicker
dreams exiled by insomnia search for home
On her bed, lied awake, engrossed in the quiet
As her little phone starts to beep shamelessly
An urge sprouts up in the corner of her heart
His voice, she craved to hear on her machine.

With all these merciless years that strolled by
Every now and then, a downpour, the song,
the phone beeping halfway through the night,
stir the thoughts and memories of him in her,
But now she held the hand of another man
guiding her through the dark road ahead.