Late in the night
my dormant senses
felt Beethoven’s symphony.
I heard your familiar voice
as I pushed the green button
wondering why do they say
you’re not the same.
I didn’t cry
nor did I complain
for staying aloof
all these years,
for not holding on to me
for not wiping
my tears.
I talked the way I did
when we talked everyday.
Your last girlfriend
didn’t find a mention
nor did you ask about
my current relationship status.
You talked the way you did
when we talked everyday.
And this darkest of the nights
became the brightest for me.
The next thing I remember
was the creaking sound
of the bathroom door
and my landlady yelling
at the housemaid.
You were gone
and so was your number
from my call history
when I opened my eyes.