There's Been a Death In The Opposite House...

There's been a death in the opposite house
As lately as today.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have always.

The neighbours rustle in and out,
The doctor drives away.
A window opens like a pod,
Abrupt, mechanically;

Somebody flings a mattress out, -
The children hurry by;
They wonder if It died on that, -
I used to when a boy.

The minister goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;

And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
There'll be that dark parade

Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign, -
The intuition of the news
In just a country town.

~€mily Dickinson~

the funeral will be tomorrow...
at 11p.m.
i regret for not being able to be there...
i will never able to tell you how much i miss you...
things will never be the same again...
Viva Forever....

why so abrupt...? why life has to be this way...?

Breeze...

sweet memories are to be remembered when someone is feeling absolutely down,
family members are to be missed when they no no longer in town...

I love you...
The thing is, all i am feeling right now doesnt seem to change alot. I feel the time has frozen. Unmoved by the spinning of the earth, rising and setting of the sun... Possibly, my biological or geographical clock is 2 and a half hours behind time...
I lag. It will start to set in ,no sonner than that...

I still feel that you are still there...
resting on the swing in the garden...
feeling safe in the cocoon...
monitoring very walk of life in their daily activities...
While vehicle zoomed past on the street..
you secretly smiled and thanked god that you are no longer in a rush...
neither to fight against tide nor to overtake the time...
And every once in a while,
beams of joy were unleashed,
smile of great happiness filled your lips when a visit arrived from the far away land...
The melancholy of the yesteryears might have rot with the past...
Maybe nobody knows the commotions which has been etched in the heart of someone like you...
To think about it...,
It had been long...
It must had been really lonely...

I am afraid of loneliness too... Beacuse plain loneliness makes my soul feels dry and it flakes bit by bit...

The breeze appeared and dispersed... And it was all that it took...

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