He waits for that familiar ringtone,
Which he had for her on his phone,
He keeps the door open like any day,
Waiting that she will be on her way,
He moves his hands on the empty couch,
Like he used to do for her touch,

He waits outside her office more,
May be more than before,
He thinks of bumping into her,
Just like he met her years before,

In all these memories of desire,
He fails to remember……………………..
A few days back lit her funeral pyre