You called

a poem by Siddharth Sanyal

You called yesterday
I shouldn’t be surprised
You must have heard
Those questions reverberating in my mind
How are you? Where are you?
Are you alone, like me?
Or has someone else lived up to your fantasy?

You spoke the way you always did
Knowing I would hear but never listen
Told me about your frustrations
With a world that never falls into place
These long years of painful parting
Melted away
And you were there
Like always
Sitting in my favourite chair

This morning sleep laden
I groped for the empty space
Then turned for the cup of tea
You always left for me
And like you, it wasn’t there