Listen to the hush
between heartbeats
where absence learns my name.
Loneliness sits beside me,
not speaking,
only breathing my breath.
It is not a state,
it refuses stillness.
It is not an emotion,
it outlives tears.
It is a room with one chair,
facing the door.
I wait there nightly,
hands folded with old hopes.
Time drips like rain indoors,
Longing stains the walls.
Sighs become furniture,
Watching becomes prayer,
And endurance becomes habit.
I rehearse your arrival,
But forget your face,
Yet remember your silence.
Even despair grows tired!
Still, the door does not open.
Loneliness tucks me in,
Morning finds me unfinished.
©®Madhumita
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