Sumani in Anuradhapura, Sept 2010 – just 3 months before her passing.
A house – not empty
But left cold by your absence
Chills me more than the
I step inside,
And feet already cold from the outdoors
Get colder still
Despite safe haven from the wind.
I take a hesitant step towards the
Gloomy black of the back rooms –
Once your cheery domain
And my happy playground.
Today I force my feet
To move in that direction.
…and yet another…
Each weaker and more faltering than the last.
My foot rises once more,
Hovers in still air,
The step incomplete.
Suddenly shy, it drops back a pace,
Whirls on its axis,
And bears me away from your memory.