Two lives

In the dying embers,
Of the once brilliant bonfire,
We let our longing burn,
Little by little,
Slowly, gently, painstakingly,
All night long.
As the black moonless sky,
Faded into grey,
We collected the ashes,
Tenderly,
And gifted it to the blue river,
Promising to meet again,
In another lifetime,
We then retraced our steps,
To the warmth
Of our separate homes,
Empty and cold.
© 2009 Rituparna Das