Desiderans

The downpour seems to have an intimation

Of romance implicit and artless

That has been consistently thriving in her since yesterday

Though it’s only a revival of an existing bondage

Its face felt anew-

And invigorated

May be out of the sensation of being lost-

 And inanimate

By his absence- distance and missing

It may be the lack of ceremony of making him tea

Or simply he is either not there, or not palpable.

It reminds her of a painted figure-in low key

Dissolving into the background

Slipping into abstract

And there is only rain outside

And only rain.