She spoke with majestic eloquence
for her tongue moved with the
freedom of birds rolling in air

Blood flood the carpet but the dimness
of the room
made her tear drops disappear

The last lamp was her heartbeat slowly
fading away like a figure walking in a
sandstorm...

All he felt was the white helplessness of
pity as her soul separated from her body

The wide room, in his mind, enclosed
him-
The black marble walls closed in...

His heart too was constrained, the agony
of death dripped inside his head

She spoke with a voice as soft as feather
"I'm glad I met you"
were the words she uttered

It trickled the four corners of his heart
for all eternity
right there and then.

That night pain and sorrow defeated
time-
Two hearts stopped instead of one