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.