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 Remorse
  By Roscoe Rajbhandari
 
 Yet another day.
 The sun sinks slowly,
 Pulling down the shutter
 For today
 I stand at window
 Elated,
 Excited,
 Eager,
 The busy street,
 The hustle bustle,
 Displaying my mood
 I wait…….
 Impatient
 Desperate
 My eyes brighten
 heart leaps
 Smile reaches for my ears !
 I dash downstairs
 Hopeful………
 Happy…….
 All smiles…..
 I escort him
 Eager,
 Impatient.,
 I promised myself
 Today would be the day !
 I shoot
 Can we go for holiday
 This weekend….?!
 Pregnant silence
 Emptiness,
 The TV grins sarcastically,
 His fingers dance on the remote control,
 The wall clock mock my insecurities,
 Impatient……
 “ can we” ?
 he frowns oddly.
 I have a meeting tomorrow !
 My smile disappears.
 My heart feels heavy.
 My vision blurs with tears.
 I wait, yet hopeful……
 For an explanation,
 Or perhaps
 A change of mind.
 Pregnant silence
 Greets me farewell
 Rigid, stiffs
 I walk back
 To imprisonment
 I seek solace in my pillow
 Just another anniversary
 In vain. I console myself
 Maybe next year. ! ?
 I stroll back to the window
 My only access to outer world
 The street now dead.
 Resembling the fountain
 Of joy within me.
 Which a moment before
 Bubbled  and danced.