Afternoon's Verandah

An emptiness pierce through the afternoon window
She rushes to close it
to immerse in the darkness

There is a life that exist beyond the window
It is ages, she has gone there out
A fear has taken over
Or perhaps,
an inertia of rest
She is undetermined

It doesn't seem to be so within
There is a restlessness
being far away from
his smell and touch

The closed window of afternoon does not invoke darkness
as she walks back to the alley of afternoon verandah

©amalendu