Sitting on a porch dusty n broken,
She looked at the sky, clouds crashing,
The same way like her insides did.
Getting up she started walking,
Wet by the pain and the rain,
On a path covered with soft shrubs,
But feeling only the hard earth.

Face was expressionless,
Eyes still.
It was like the world was burning,
Her heart Yearning.
Lost in the thoughts of her loved one,
She kept on walking into the darkness of dusk,
Half Alive.

Suddenly she felt her right hand holding a rose,
And her left, a pic of her love engraved on a glass frame,
Which was broken n half inside her wrist,
Blood exuding..

Turning back she saw the place she had *** from,
Heading there with slow n unsteady steps,
Her mind was filled with the memories of her loved one..

She reached that place which had a tree branchless.
Standing still on the front of the porch,
She looked at the grave of her Love,
Which contained his Body,
Soul-less.

Her body almost blood drenched,
She leaped over the Grave.
Her soul too was leaving her body,
And she lay there, Cried.
Going again in the Warm Hug of her soulmate,
She left this world of sorrows and together again were their souls.