#rutvism

I meditate 

With my eyes open

On a bench in a park

Where the only other sound

Is my nostalgia whispering

With that husky voice of hers

"Look back", she says

And I cannot help but comply

The dry leaves provide an excellent backdrop 

To play the movie

The only name in the end credits is mine

I mutter in my head a thousand times. 

It will be alright.

It will be alright.

It will be alright.

Look, I already feel better.

It's almost as if I have forgotten everything.

On every plane I exist, there's a space for me.

I begin cleaning my room.

Everything in its place.

Anything that isn't,

Goes back into the closet.

It's not there

It's not there

It's not there

See it vanished.

Sitting in a park littered with leaves

The benches are positioned sentries

As I sit and ponder 

Where have the people gone.

Too long have I caressed the screen

Your face mingling with the white light

Till all I can see is your eyes

The opaque black 

They twinkle 

The ground shakes beneath me 

The floor grows soft with the lush carpet of red as I cross over to the kitchen

The smell of the spices is overpowering

It reminds me of everything within my grasp and yet so far

I turn up the flame to warm me up

I open the windows to remove that musty smell