Colours seep through the ceiling. Maybe its imaginery, but I see them. So it makes them real to me.
Death consumes the world. And leaves us so shattered that it becomes hard for us to cry. Silence urges us to go on, breathe and stay alive.
Colours everywhere, silence too.
I see you standing near. Watching the ceiling with me.
Won't you stay longer, I think, as you move your feet away.
You say nothing, but your eyes say so much. Your smile lingers on.
Your breath on my ear still fresh. Your words still clear.