Wednesday, May 28, 2014

the way it is

I don't want her to be gone, but she is.
The sadness that overcomes me, a certain kind of melancholy
you realise you have run out of parents.
that you can visit them both in a cemetery

that my life is both emptier and fuller because she is gone
I stood outside her bedroom window last night
as the melodious harmonies from the Jamaah started "Mow lay ya sa"

and for a moment I wished she were there, inside, waiting for me to come in

but she wasn't and I was gutted.


sham said...


faranaaz said...

We don't know what to say. It's a universal truth, you've reached before us. Or as Sham says, <3