I left the kitchen hall unlocked

Hopingyour closing from behind would teach me protection.

Your salt like nature stills holds onto my plate.

Never too much and never too less.

Just the exact proportion.

I don't dare to sit without the salt .

But i watch myself looking at the empty jar .

Your absence showed me empty ness

I don't dare to blame you but neither do I dare to sit alone without the salt .

I stood up in anxiety and uncomfortable sense ,

Walk towards the living room with robust of moments.

The moments of love, the touch of your fingers on my lips as the salt did to the food.

I turned back to look at a plate full of food with an empty salt shaker,

not even a pinch.

The living room is galloping itself with moments of our love and life

The cushion lies alone in corner as a lonely lover waiting for warmth and comfort.

I look at it with a sharp knife vision and,

A tear drops!

The afternoon heat is almost burning down the moments of last togetherness into ashes

I called it loneliness

You once named it independence

And now ----

I am left in this house

Of empty salt shakers ,angry knifes and crying cushion

Along with the absence swallowing with a bottle of pain .

~Deboleena