Eyelids

‘Am too sad to sleep alone’, she said. ‘And am too miserable to sleep with anyone’, he replied. So out there they sat, awake, sad and miserable, in the tiny veranda of their house, seeing the trees shamelessly shed leaves in the nights, and feeling the dry wind go about during the days lazily like a peddler of cheap dolls that nobody bought. It is the neighbours who closed their eyelids.