(Roamer- The Tale of a Casanova) My Chalice of Love- Spilled all over

I claimed to love her, more than one can ever love something or someone.
But now when the time has changed. I, who never was a man who would go all wrong to get a taste of sublime attention underlying my carcass, have now started admitting to the worldly affairs of adultery and cynicism. Thinking of a past life full of laughter and glee didn't hinder me from turning my back on it for a life where there is endless quest for love and hope.

Rocking on an arm chair sipping on a bottle of brewed malt, my gaze fixed upon my reflection on half closed glass door of the cupboard. Lost in that finitely distant gaze my vision was focussed infinity. The picture in that frame behind the section of glass posing my reflection brought back possibility of a million random memories that we could've had if she would stay back. My eyes started to burn my desperation of having an invincible gaze didn't allow me to close my eyes.

Smeared orange dawn light filtered through the window glass and my sight shifted towards the Bougainville creeped out over the window pane. Oblivious of what I felt a moment ago, I got up and started walking towards the window. Opening one, I leaned over the butterfly flying over it. Beautiful! I exclaimed a liitle aloud just so that I can hear it. For a life that seemed to be surrounded by gloom so much that a word of positive appreciation was like a boon drop of rain over famine soil.

I turned around to go back to my seat of ease just when the earth under me shook away. I was looking at my motionless, lifeless body with my eyes wide open and my hand held a the picture of the two us.

I could feel the goosebumps that even with my last breath, I didn't betray my words, I died loving you..