The rain devoured the ethereal body of a man with endearing eyes
A lethal calamity no one could blame
The woman drowned in denial
Displeasure erupted inside and the smile had turned dull
The chair in front of her was empty
Her cup of coffee had turned vapid
Soon the hurricane turned into an alluring array of colours
The man beamed; felt idyllically delighted
The chair would be occupied
But the steps had already derailed
It was nothing but a stare of despair
And a frown that turned into a wound
