Morning breeze
Kissed the cheek
Hoping to speak
To his barren spirit.
Breakfast calling
Coffee brewing
Everyone expecting
To see him beaming.
But he sat in bed
Stared empty instead
Heeded the clock
Hope no one knocks.
Just another day
Just like yesterday
Like the day before
He’ll pass once more.
I imagine
Words to inspire
Emotions laid bare.
I decipher
Vulnerable cues
Pretentious hues.
I create
Resonating rhymes
Phrases that chime.
I write
Not for approval
But for survival.
I live
To scribble thoughts
Till the ink dries out.
Exhausted from a day’s work,
You held me when I awoke.
Struck with illness at year one,
You forced an unpracticed hand.
Reminiscing, I wept.
Did I ever care for you?
A few pennies and tired shoes,
You taught yourself to raise me.
Muting your own heavy dues,
Just to ensure I was happy.
Remembering, I regretted.
Have I given enough to you?
Broken at year twenty-six,
The day I boarded the ship.
To pave my own destiny,
Your sadness gave you away.
Reliving, I ached.
Have I ever considered you?
Frail, resigned and depleted,
Only the cold air survived.
Gazing at a house that’s empty,
You finally let go of me.
Reflecting, I grieved.
Did I ever say ‘thank you’?
Brought you home in a box
Laid you at a special spot
Dreaming if I thrum your song
That you might still sing-along
Surrendering, I sighed.
Did you know, I loved you?
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