Death

crafted unwell
the unplanned good byes
exercising life
the night narrated entire span.
the bed held the hostage
to have last laugh; before
being executed.
the lovers lying abed
the coming griefs, I doubt
if they'd accept
the opened arms
the traded charms
fallen apart
the closest heart
the change be certain
putting down the curtain
i beg your your pardon
for the walks left empty
in those old gardens.