The Night, Absence of light Full Moon beaming through the soft linen Pilaff and Baron on the table Candles sluggishly burning Cutleries on my hand A deep stare at the other end His favorite spot Memories like yesterday I craved for The frame, The image ever smiling Aura of his presence An inevitable goose bump Vaporized into thin air In the heavens he now lives Among the constellations Lonely, alone with the night. © DhamlexAll Rights Reserved