Sitting in a room
Solitary window facing you
Beam of light cuts through the darkness
Fails to drown the sense of gloom
Walls cold and lonely
Memory crowding mind
A forelorn note of trombone,
Suspended somewhere
Reminiscent of bitter sweet time
Happy faces, laughter and joy
Parade with beats of drum
Feeling like a spectator of a spectacle
You clap mechanically
But, deep inside, awning chasm
You feel no warmth
A black cat ambled in
Jumps on your lap
A solitary meow, a little purr
And you could feel her love
As you gently caress her head
A question torments your mind
Why does it take us so many lines
But, right words are so hard to find?