Aazaar: Suffering

The wood creaks, but sadly it isn't capable of weeping.

My bed cries for your company every night.

Slowly its chipping off the polish

That once adorned its surface

The room is full, there are chairs and closets for company

But its been months, it hasn't talked to anyone

The portrait on my wall is silent too

It no longer complains, no longer demands

The lamp by the bedside, the swing in the garden,

The china in the kitchen cabinet, the carpet on the floors

They have all befriended dust,

For they no longer wish to breathe

I am not begging for anything, I just want you to know,

In your absence my house is suffering.