His Death

It was just like any other day
the day he died
the lucky one, because he died
But, it was not like any other day
the day I continued to live
without him
the unlucky one, because I lived
first came the gentlemen
with polished shoes
they removed their shoes
oh! their feet were backward
I, the unlucky one
alone but enlightened
realized they were demons
Then came the ladies
with impeccable manners
they removed their lace gloves
Oh! they had sharpened nails
I, the unlucky one
alone but at last saw the truth
and realized they were witches
He died that day
thinking all his relationships
remained unchanged
I lived after his death
and realized
no relationship was the same anymore
He died, the lucky one
I lived, the unlucky one


©Vindhya Colombage

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