she can still hear the Drupad,
the laughter and the sounds that the night left behind.
she can still hear the ghunghroo,
the lights of the fort and the soft kiss.
her eyes tell her that he is looking at her,
the thought of that is like a thousand butterflies flying through the navel
she can still see the clouds,
with him walking by.
she can can still feel his warmth,
the tender lovemaking.
she can still remember the last line spoken,
the last of the heart beat,after she closed the door.
she waits for those footsteps to be heard again,
the ones that bring her hope from the past to a future that is unknown.