He sits alone in  confines of  four walls
as melancholic silence descends
barring the crackling sound of fireplace
offering some solace on a dark cold night
incessant bouts of unforgiving pain linger
tears blur the vision cleansing his cheeks
barely pausing at wrinkles
streaming into his mouth
so he could  taste his own pain and sorrow
she left a week ago consumed by covid
leaving behind sadness
like death by a thousand paper cuts...
hope is  seeing  light  despite  darkness she whispers
though life has fated  we never cross paths again
I will never let you face this world alone
this bond of life and death
is unbreakable .