Au Revoir

by ashwinia

to my uncle

A day
among those millions,
I forgot to notice your warm smile.
for you had always been there,
I believed you'd continue to be.

I was in the fore-ground
and you in the background
of all my scenes.
I said my lines,
wrote my story,
embraced some characters into life,
ignored some into non-existence.
But you, you stayed through;
you were my wall, you.
Walls are often underrated.
You forget they exist,
because they always do.
You were my backdrop
one that validated my being;
for a stage can't be, without one.
You stood reticent as I played hero
never walking out of the frame,
beamimg each time my act came to a close.
I, though, was too busy 
building a reknowned name,
among characters that were a game
to keep; you became inconspicuous 
amidst the vicinal blur.

Until one day
one wretched day
when you chose to leave the backcloth,
with just a hole across.
It was shaped like you, every edge
even the concave of your nose bridge.
It was like a scar in my act.
You had fit into the hole until,
like a jig-zaw puzzle piece.
Had you become too frail to fit in anymore?
I'd have altered the pieces around,
or sacked any other to keep you ashore.
You however left instead,
without a word said,
bequeathing me just vacuum -
a space that'd remain unfilled.
A constant evoker of guilt
for all the times
I blurred you into insignificance.

I had thought walls endured
and outlived mortals.
But you taught me what I never knew:
When walls fall,
they crumble everyone around too,
but keep them alive and breathing,
in an envelope of knife-like shards, 
unilateral hugs, unsaid words,
and toss to them an inescapable obligation 
to get back to living the same unfair,
and incomplete plot.

With love.