It was a solitary winter night
I don’t remember how unsettling it was to be alone
It felt Kafkaesque, gruesome.
And suddenly I felt two curious eyes looking at me like — what might go wrong with this hooman?
She gazed unblinkingly, like a daughter being tormented seeing her mother’s tear.
Those eyes, never stopped loving me again
Ophelia — my beloved used to talk about so many things to me!
How she almost caught the flies,
How whimsically the birds outside chirp.
How she loves to play with anything that looks like a ball.
how mesmerised she feels when her hooman brings a new plant home,
and how lonely she feels when I sleep!
Sometimes, she complained about feeling hungry all the time, for some reason.
Ophelia — stopped talking to me forever.
Now I feel a range of emotions coming forward like a hurricane
Why it feels too much to sink in?
Why didn’t I spend more time with her before she passed away?
Why didn’t I love her more? I will never know!
This pain of losing her coming in waves — it’s overwhelming, suffocating knowing that I can never hold her again!
Why did I let that window open? I shall curse myself forevermore
Forgive your hooman, littol Ophi.
I couldn’t be a good friend. I couldn’t be.
Your hooman loved you more than anything she could ever love.
Farewell. Farewell.