Fading Embers

I sit beside you trying to look through your eyes trying to decipher the signs of impending doom,

I glance once at the little space we occupy on the huge terrace and pathetically smile how it meant the world to us,

I look above trying to join the stars as dots making a happy face but find some dots missing.

I hold your hand and make little circular movements on it.

"I'm getting married," you tell me.

I take a look at the urchins playing soccer below and mentally calculate the score.

One for society.

Zero for us.

I'm mesmerised by the look on our faces-cooler than a cucumber.

As if we were always prepared for this.

I look back for a while.

All those promises of togetherness evaporate into a mere nothing.

I half close my eyes and try to etch out your face.

I fall into snares of delusion again.

The football match is over by now.

My colony kids have won.

Someday we'll win too.