Parting Of Sorts Poem by Monita Soni

Parting of sorts

Two sat at the breakfast table
Not eyeing each to each but
Gazing absently at newspapers old
Spooning tasteless porridge and
Counting time to away
Yet hearts leaped with unsaid words
Fingers clasped and unclasped
Tasting bitterness without a sip.
A sigh spilled the waters still
Two reflections trembled
In life’s dividing sea
Inscrutable faces flowed
One moment joined wistfully
Next to vanish out of reach.