In that pregnant moment
just before you said
that you are leaving for ever,
did you care,
to look deep in to my eyes
as you loved to do each time
you took leave, that made us
feel so near, just a heart beat away
though how far one is from the other.
How could I see your face
when it is reflected like a
flickering beam of dying light
in the drops of tears in my eyes
that were about to roll down,
--the last tribute to a love taken
a turn none foreseen,
like the course of a river after
copious rains in the mountains.