Echos of Emptiness

I opened my eyes in the morning
Looked lazily out of the window
Sydney --crippled like an old man by the cold and mist
Then gradually the golden sunshine starts to melt-- over the trees, grass, clothesline, and the nose of a parakeet –
Like a grilled vintage cheese-- and so does the city
But it couldn’t fill that aching emptiness in my heart
This wet morning breeze---filled with your smell--brings the stillness and loneliness of the dew drops

I can smell your hair, I can smell the skin of a newly born
A tiny little hands give me a little tickle,
Sounds of rattling toys and giggles dissolve into the air
I dissolve into you--- into my dream

At that moment somewhere in this beautiful bustling city ..... someone gently pours milk into your coffee.... you gaze at her dynamic hands in amazement
Her picturesque presentation brighten up your mood ...milk dissolves into the coffee like a white ribbon-- a ribbon-- always unfurling
and you,
you smile and dissolve yourself ---into that elixir coffee, into that spiraling smoke --- coming out of the mug

And here, I vaguely look into the memory frame put on the bedside
I whisper to myself “I am not angry with you, I can never be ----- I am baffled by your mountain of avoidance”