She often dialed his number, but his phone was always switched off
She sent him letters and mails, he never responded
She diligently placed place two mugs for tea in the morning, but one was always left cold
She longed to reach home and tell him about her day, but he did not hear
She brought two movie tickets, but the seat besides her was empty
She set the alarm to her usual early hour to make him breakfast before office, but he never ate
She fussed over lunch, hoping the food would bring him to the table. It didn’t
She looked up each time their song played on to catch his eyes, but he was not looking
She sat by the dance floor waiting for him to ask her for a dance, but it didn’t matter now
She made plans for holidays, but he never turned up
And then one day, she sat and surrendered. To all her grief and all her pain. Tears welled up her eyes and rolled on till they ceased to flow. She screamed and pounded and then lay exhausted as sleep took over.
And the next morning, she placed only one cup of tea on the table. Because nothing could bring him back.
Nothing ever can bring back someone lost to death.