Dead

And bewildered I saw her dead,

At the farthest corner of her bed.

A small fresh droplet of dream

Was stuck in the corner of her left eye.

I saw her never to see again.

I don’t remember when did I hear her last.

She was trying to speak in metaphors;

I went too deep into it

And missed the surface.

She tried to speak her mind,

I spoke my version.

Now ...

Now...now what !

I won and she lost.

I own (error intended) to lose...

Dead she lies

And I lie to her.

Just an I