Sitting on the stairs in pitch dark,
immersed in the sound of night.
Glow of cigarettes, the only light;
mind numb with loss,
no desire to go on.
Faint footsteps,
registered in your anesthetized senses.
You wondered whose was it?
A female voice came from behind,
asked: what you were doing there.
No fear did you feel,
only a mild irritation.
Who was it?
Silence......
Surrounded by the sound of absence
Another drag of cigarette;
in its bright glow, you felt vexed—
it was too bright,
perhaps a disrespect,
to the sanctity of the dark.
You felt her sit beside you,
felt a touch on your hand.
The female voice asked —
Did you lose your love?
Silence......
Surrounded by her absence.
And you could smell the shampoo
you\'d smelled so many times
on your love.