The market was crowded
people arguing in shrill voices.

I picked up a beautiful vase
I heard a voice crying,”I saw it first”,

Admiring the vase I turned
my smile vanished
he too, lost his voice.

Time stood ticking by
bringing back old memories.

Our eyes linked painfully
passing eloquent messages.

“Mummy!!”, my daughter
tugged at my saree
“Darling!”, crooned his wife
we came back to the present.

I placed the vase down,
without looking back at him
we parted our separate ways.

The vase lying untouched,
abandoned by a couple of lovers.