Fall Out

On the burial day the thought of the fact that the red soil had won again, was too much for me to bear. I stood there beside the casket with my unkempt hair, looking gloomy and disturbed, my almond-shaped red eyes, popping out as If I had not slept for days, my face looking wizened due to the sorrows of my heart, my gleaming, snow-white teeth now are nowhere to be seen, looking thin and frail, I surely knew without a shadow of a doubt that my life was now over, I stood looking at Adasa as she comfortably slept on her coffin not knowing the bitterness that she had left in my life, she had left a hole that could never be filled, it's as if she had left with some part of me, I stood there and spoke to her lifeless body with my raspy squeaky voice, no one could hear what I was saying, all they could hear were murmurs.