Between the Frames

🌧️ Title: “Between the Frames” ✍️ Poem by Vijay Sharma Erry (1) The screen flickered, voices rose and fell, A story of love that turned to shell. Two faces arguing in soft despair, Unknowingly mirrored my own affair. (2) Their words were sharp, yet oddly known, As if my heart had found its clone. “Oh shoot!” I whispered, cold and still, “Is this my life on the window sill?” (3) The kitchen empty, cups turned dry, Echoed her laughter from days gone by. Her coffee jar, her gentle tone, Now lingered here when she had flown. (4) The TV couple fell apart, Just like the cracks within my heart. I switched it off — no more disguise, Just silence staring through my eyes. (5) The rain outside, the streets aglow, Reflected faces I used to know. I walked where memories softly bled, And whispered words I’d left unsaid. (6) A letter written, simple, true, “My world was gray, but bright with you.” No message sent, no tears to show, Just faith that love might still regrow. (7) Then came the sound — the door, the key, Her eyes met mine — could this still be? She smiled and said, “Let’s start anew,” The world turned warm, the skies turned