Pockets of stillness,
When aura parts his body,
Questions her maps, wondering what would her future hold,
Some plausible explanation, many a cynical assertions,
Here I am, without him,
Like a lost alphabet,
Waiting for any promising sign, some comfort,
As light fades, crumbing thoughts my only companion,
Was that really me? That, who was annoyed with his child-like pranks,
Who would I look forward to,
Now that familiarity has crossed the shore and,
Only undulating patterns remain?
That happiness, free flowing bonds,
Would I get to experience again?
Moments of uncertainty, a pregnant pause,
While she looks around,
Only potential emptiness gnaws at her,
A shimmer of light beckons,
A tiny, firm, unmistakeable hand clings on,
While their creation, demands her care and protection,
That ray of light,
His legacy continues.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the challenge at Reena’s Exploration Challenge #112. The challenge is to use one or any number of phrases out of the ten listed ( highlighted in bold-italics ) in the piece. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.