There were a few words left unspoken,

The lawn with uneven grass 

And a window with cracked glass

Was fixed to spotless perfection,

Moody lights for the night

Were given undisturbed connection,

Crotchets were rewritten,

Wardrobe was diversified,

And a long-lost-friend 

Was dialed again,

A break in chain

To lay down the butterfly effect 

Hinting a probable mayhem.

 

In procurement of zen,

Room for opinionated people

Were no more open,

Restriction of pills on table

Meant that the heart and mind

Were very much alive and able,

Habits anew, passion the same,

Metamorphosed music playlist

To keep the forthcoming days sane.

 

In the midst of the reminders of

Something that was still incomplete,

Chores were chosen to keep busy;

Racks were dusted, shelves were 

Re-adjusted, new books, torn jeans,

A couple of entrepreneurial magazines,

The doors were all bolted,

Some windows were closed,

Curtains intentionally dyed beige,

Pages of melancholy were protected

In a frequently used drawer

That was left slightly open,

An ink filled, remarkable pen 

Unused to it's full potential

Knew it in it's blues 

That a ruthless decision

Was unthinkably taken,

And a few impactful words 

Were left unspoken...