When we started, you always said: ' later's' babe?'
I survived each day on that phrase and counted the minutes away so I could return to hear you say it again.

Every day was beautiful and serene; like cocooned butterflies,we'd cling to each other - our love, our only solace, freedom and a new lease on life - a newness.

We would walk for hours any where and talk for hours till nothing's left.
Your presence enveloped my space once devoid of emotions - now sated.

Gradually, things changed to: 'I'll be late tonight babe'
I would pout, sigh then would say: 'later's babe'
A myriad of thoughts would land then take flight, taking my gut and heart far away for a ride; every time yearning, jolting myself from inside.

The ' I love you' turned to 'blank stares'
I would call, to hear you, each time you'd fade away.
And so each time I tell myself - tomorrow I'll call again.
So today, was the day I tried my best to remain sane.

The empty room and the howling winds are now my recent guests; they listen better to my silent sobs as it ricochets within the vacant room.
While the wind continues its chase, the emptiness became my solace.