Of Memories And Promises

It came as a sermon, to take him away

Stripping off his life, but not astray

It was a place with dimming lights

Empty roads, all black, and grey.

But he had one last pulse left

All he could see was his life flashing by

His moments of weaknesses

Her eyes, and that smile so shy

All he could do was let out a sigh

Last one, but relieved

His beats slowed down, and the spirits still high

All he could feel was the aroma she wore

Her lips, her locks, her kohl

She was. But she wasn't there anymore

Torn, broken, tattered and painted in red

Inching towards the afterlife

Happy, for she said she will be waiting there

A promise he was sure will be kept