A void..

The empty chair in the hall way,
The absent phone calls,
The missing debates and conversations,
The garlanded photograph on the table,
The melancholy spirit and eerie silence,
The stream of condolences,
Were registered by my senses,
But ignored by my mind,
Which refused to interpret the situation..

I continued to cling onto memories,
Blending the past into the present,
Believing that nothing had changed...
But time shattered the mirage,
Making evident the distinction,
Revealing the baggage of unexpressed feelings,
Which I will carry forever.
I tread on,
Perceiving his demise,
As an irreparable failure in the communication link between us.
Recognizing that he has moved on,
Leaving behind a void which will never be filled..