The Black Gate Poem by Subarna Chakraborty

Something in the air, so heavy,
Something strange — a feeling, maybe.
A warm, heavy stone
Pressing on my heart,
And I'm not thinking straight.

Not too long ago, I can recall,
It wasn't summer, it was fall.
I saw you there, before my eyes,
Standing by the big black gate.
I told myself to hold my breath,
Battled my heart with simple math.
I'm not used to hurrying my way,
Not until I'm already late.

Now as I walk along the bridge,
I recall the feelings I put on lease.
Without you, the heavy wind
Tears quietly through my soul.

Now I don't know where to start,
How it began before tearing apart.
My heart rooted for you, a little slow
Your departure left it hollow.