Two Different Worlds

She cried lying on the edge of the table

In front of my photo.

As I sat in front of her helplessly watching

She cries her eyes out. 

Those dark deep eyes which fascinated me

Has become lifeless over time.

Her Darling plants dried to the core,

Desperately waiting for her to give them life.

Her guitar lying in the corner of the house, 

Covered in the dust.

As if all the tunes have just vanished from

Her life. 

But I can't do anything but sit and watch

My crying wife. 

After sometimes she consoled herself, 

Nicely organized her life.

But every night she would sit near the table, 

And tell me how lonely she is in her life. 

I see her getting lonely and sad but I can't do anything,

About it, Our worlds are not connected yet. 

It's like a wall dividing us into two different worlds,

Where you can't see me and I can't touch you.

But it's love that has still bound my soul with you.