She is lying there
On a soft silver silk, slightly wrinkled
Eyes opened to the sky
Lips colder than yesterday’s rain
I can picture her getting up and walking towards me
Unhurried and delicate
She looks exquisite as always
I continued to stand in bewilderment
I want to ask her about yesterday
About the meal she cooked,
The basil tea she made,
The painting she completed
I have hundred other things to know about yesterday
She came a lot closer or I went to her ?!
I could now see her eyelashes glued in hurt
Still smiling ?
I left her on the same silver silk robe
Eyes still opened to the sky
Yesterday she had painted this very moment,
Me walking away with the canvas
The coldest I have ever been.