The days have been passed yet no sight,
She hasn’t shown up since that fateful night.

 

The drawers haven’t opened,
Her favourite doll hasn’t moved,
Nor have I noticed a dark figure bloom.

 

Why can’t I see her at corner of my eye?
Why isn’t her shadow waiting to pry?
I’m longing to feel her presence nearby.

 

The burning agony fills my heart,
Why isn’t my love haunting with past?
Weren’t we destined together till the last?

 

To find the answer I call a man of charm,
Whose magics and fumes can summon from the dark,

 

He welcomes him at my place on a full moon night,
With his moves like a king and some remorse in his eyes.
He patiently hears all my plies.

 

He suits himself, at the centre of my house,
Draws a symbol from the sand of time,
spraying some water that smells like lime.

 

He murmurs some mantra with his eye closed.
He then points at me to join him at the course,
Asking me to call her name with my full force.

 

“Casey. My love.”\

 

I feel a gush of breeze flake,
That make sand swirl like a snake,
And It begins to take a human shape.

 

I could sense the tears in my eyes,
At last, she was here,
My lovely wife.

 

But to my dismay,
Everything goes silent,
The wind stop gushing and sand goes quiet.

 

I ask charmer, Is she here,
Will she stay and haunt me forever,

 

He looks at me with pity in his eyes,
“No, my boy, she doesn’t want to stay
That’s the message she wants to convey”

 

The silence is scary and the truth is pain,
Now my house smells like a grave,
My heart full of love seeks whom to blame.