But I never thought she would die so Soon
So soon
But she did
I never could never think writing about her
Exactly what her death is making me do
Now
In the last few days
She had been going blind
I din't know
I din't care to know, honestly
Why should I
Poke my nose into business
Thats' just not mine
She won't look at us
Coz' she cun't see us
With her blind eyes
I dont' do earings, I cant'
they so remind me of what she was
and what she was to me
Sleep eluded me so
those nights of her death
Benumbed with Shock
I couldnt' bear to forget
the distinct contours
of her face
The face
her slight squint
those hanging cheeks
the chin dimple
oil-dipped hair..
thin hair
weird hair
weird memories
memories that dont' want to be forgotten
that come back for randome seconds
and stay, daylong
sometimes nightlong
they don't leave me
she dont' leave me
those who depart
why at all they do..
3 comments:
I connect to this in a strange way .. as I was quite close to getting blind once (literally) the last few lines leave a lingering shadow.. I wish I knew 'her' more.
very touching wildflower. God bless "her". superbly written, conveys every emotion one could feel with "her"
aria..
somethings are born to be short lived..while it still takes time for me to come to terms with a loss as gigantic as that..there is no other way but to bow down,surrender..and i honestly i wish i had known her more..better..
@ ani_set
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there are many things words can achieve..& bringing her back is one of them..
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