The room smelled of her
Kept in a corner,
those little boxes which she loved
And many of her glasses
hung all around

Her diary, a grey coloured
formal one
a dove stuck on it
was filled with my name...
Every entry, each page,
I was there...
A button of my shirt
which I thought was lost
was between the pages...

I remember her hugging me
and saying, "I love you"
...I did not respond...
The last when I visited
she was here
but now, only her belongings...