An evening with Grief

Looking out of the window at the infinite range of orange spread across the heavens;

The Sun has lit the Western horizon, leaves once full of life now crippled, crumbling with disgrace, rolls across the green floor.

A petite gust of wind brushes across the glasspane, the droplets of the recent rain sparkle in the fading sunlight.

*Ping*, the sound alarms me that someone has expressed his grief.

Grief, a very volatile emotion, a state of mind so graceful, it teaches us the values of the most beautiful memories.

Grief, a smell so strong, it’s pungent enough to kill the last bit of optimism..

Grief, I pray to you, relieve me from your grasp of disparity, mourning am I the death of my soul.

I rush out and I look up, swirl until the surroundings are dizzy.

Once I stop, I come falling down on the crippled, crumbled bed of leaves, the Sun finally goes down on me.