Rest in peace

T'was her birthday tonight, while I remained occupied with my beloved death. The glaze in her eyes must’ve waited for an evening, when artificial petals were delighting me.

Like every day, she was walking towards the hospital on a night duty. Yet again, I failed to reach home by 6 o’ clock. As usual, my favorite flavored cake was waiting for me in the oven. However, to my astonishment, all birthday candles were lit and fixed on the table. The dilemma for me was whether to help myself with a piece of cake or pay a homage to my picture frame on the dining table.

I must’ve died with him in a backstabbing accident. Ding dong! Rings the calling bell. It was 8:30 in the morning, as she stepped into the gate. Gita rushed to attend the doorbell.