vaccant room

Her room messy just like she left this morning. She never came back in the evening and now I am staring at the empty messy room. I don’t want to clean it as this time if I do , it won’t be messy again as no one would be In it to do so I am crying in front of the room which was once occupied by someone I loved and cherish once. I wish you were back, I wish you were sitting in that bed watching your favourite shows on your phone. Your desk is empty too, you use to sit there and draw. There lays your unfinished canvas which will never get an ending anymore. Your library is full of books but you would not be here to fill it with new ones as you do every weekend. I want to lock that door and just let it as it is. As I want to have a hope you would come back. But yesterday, I scattered your ashes in the ocean as it is was your favourites place. Even if we part ways I cannot admit you will not come back. I cannot admit that your drawings will stay untold. Your library will be fill with old books only. You got out of the house but was unable to set foot inside it again. This time you got out and was unable to come to me again .