Near, yet, never near

                   

With an aching heart, cloaked and disguised,

I sat beside him with a trembling smile,

With a courage, born out of, i knew not where.

Distorted by anguish, his teary vacant eyes saw me not.

I reached out my hand and brushed off those tears

Too engulfed by his wild pain,

He never felt my weak attempt to soothe.

Like a fiend in the dark night, the cold breeze played around

Why did he look so lonely, so distraught?

Was i not there, forever for him?

I softly impressed my cold fingers on his wet cheeks

He turned to me, but never saw me

Screaming his agony at the night, he called my name

I avowed my love to him, confused

And hugged his frail profile

But he never felt my loving embrace.

He fell on his knees, and kissed the cold marble

Mumbling, murmuring my name all along

Not sparing a single glance at me, he sauntered away

Weeping anew, his misery to an unknown force.

Crushed and forlorn, i looked at the treacherous marble

The marble that declared my death, a day before

With the night alone to sympathize

I grieved silently, for my love, for myself.