When you are gone.

via Daily Prompt: Gone

The rays of the sun were violent and hard hitting

Skin burned under its ultra-violet hue

As the sweat glands oozed profusely

It left a layer of salt on the skin

The clock had stopped midway

With the second hand, aching to make the ascend

The windows and doors were left open

But not even the wind came in

The curtains did not flutter

Beds weren’t used

A layer of dust had accumulated

While food had perished


All that could be heard

Was the movement of the easy chair

Hand in hand, feet on feet

With the mind left wandering

Purposeless and void

Life seemed to be treacherous

Staring at his face painted on the ceiling

Letting him go, was a blunder


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