The pillows still lie side by side
The hand still goes out to the latch
Saag still gets made but no extra rotis
Dinner, never close to being over fed
Mirror makes a mockery of the solo reflection
Perfume bottles await the touch
Watches time, for almost eternity
Figuring out the last time they were touched
Candles light the room on emergency
Wine, no sausage, no cream
Beautiful memories laden in the heart
Precious and untouched
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