When the dusk falls

Often I am alone with my loneliness

Peeping out of the brown wooden window

A sparrow extracting ice from its nest

Thinking spring is not far behind

An owl sitting on a twig

Waiting for someone to arrive

Beyond the lane, I see woods

And I slip more into our memories

Your footprints on icey pathway are gone

I saw them last, an evening before you left

At the end of the woods the graveyard freshens the scene

I turn away to shudder

And you are there on your couch

I think of you all more

© Priyanka Bajaj