the melancholy

The Melancholy

Empty bench is the ashes of memory from back in the time.

The last fragment of your fragrance has finally escaped my site.

Your face is fading away day by day with the calls

You rarely make on my cell phone.

Your voice is phasing away in my head

With the letters you wrote I barely read.

We could sit together study physics,

At night we could talk about the politics.

You can make all small decision of house,

Like selection of furniture, the interior and the exterior design.

I could take all the big decisions of our nation,

Like who should be the President and who should resign.

But all there were ain't there anymore.

It is only me and the dust of the melancholy.

Silent room is a jigsaw puzzle that baffles me.

The color of your lips doesn't even resembles the morning sky to me.

Frozen tears disappear into the smog with every lie you ever told.

Broken smile can mesmerize all but me, with the hands we hardly hold.

We could be the perfect couple who fights a lot.

Owns cats and dogs and goes for morning walk.

We could fall asleep while watching movies.

My palms be your pillows, your dreams my realities.

I could help you with your makeup and your nail paint.

You could help me with my beard and my hairstyle when I can’t.

But all there were ain't there anymore.

It is only me and the dust of the melancholy.

I came to make it out at last.

I will have to live with the little you left of me in me.

And I will live with the little you never left of you in me.

But for now it is not even me

And not even the dust of the melancholy.