I think of you as the sun goes down, 

Little birds in pretty colours

Chirping under a fading glow;

You told me it was beautiful 

And I believed you. 

I think of you as the knife chops dully, 

Sweet smell of honey-coloured mangoes

Filling up the room;

You told me stories as we ate them, 

You in your chair, and I listened.

I think of you in the silence

Long after conversation and revelry ebb away. 

You looked at me in the darkness,
My head in your lap, 

And I loved you. 

Daily prompt: Sound