The house is empty with 2 people. A Void that fills their eyes and space. "The house is always silent" They take turns in the kitchen to cook/clean. There's always some leftover rice and curry on the counter, cant cook that little! One doesn't eat, One finds it hard to chew the bones!
One of the walls in the living room used to have photographs of divine mercy and the lady of good health. They have now been replaced with colorized ones of the young children of the house growing up. The old man shows it off to visitors. The old lady always has something to say when she passes by the picture collage, The old man nods from behind the newspaper. After all, Life thrives around the poloroid ruins, that are dissolving in time.
I realize, they have forgotten how to smile and I do make my jokes, yet be cautious to not breach the barricades they have built around, Im not going to stick around here for long!
The mood is progressively pervasive. I realize this is how some hearts break. Slowly. Silently.
'Saudade'
Thats how they ended up. Indulging in lost time or silently waiting.
Now, wait a second, "Am I not just a shadow of their feeling?" To live between the spaces of dark and happy is a mystery!
I guess that this is how some hearts beat. Slowly. Silently.
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