The Attack

I crumbled.
The Shangri-La had been attacked,
I heard.

I pictured us,
Seated near that window seat,
Staring into each other's eyes,
As the golden hues of the sun 
set over the Indian Ocean blues. 

A part of me broke.
No one I knew was injured.
But the memory of the location,
that table, the place, of you...
It was ominous,
Symbolised where we were.
Apart. 

I was in turmoil,
Whether to contact you. 
I cried within,
Reminiscing that evening. 
A fire went out somewhere,
With that attack on April 21st,
and little did I realise,
It was within. 

      - Robes of a Muse