Moving On

If moving on was that easy,

Nobody had looked back.

If looking back was that hard,

Nobody had moved on.

She was far away from him, yet so close,

He smelled her fragrance in her pillows.

She lighted his life with her sunshine,

He drowned her in darkness in his divine.

He admired the room that was once hers,

The same room now has her left overs.

The corners of the room were making him claustrophobic,

The same corners once witness their memories.

The decor of the room was an Illusion for him,

Illusion once they had created together.

He slept on the bed she once used to sleep,

She slept under surface he had never been.

The difference was

He slept on the bed with complete Loneliness,

She slept under the mud with complete darkness.

-Maisha