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