Melancholic Gaze
Awakened from a mid-sleep tingle
of the wind ,your absent body drifts
gently like a formless cloud into
night’s minutes: a holy air which
smells of musk, weaving through
a quiet stillness of tender love’s fervor.
Just there, graced calm lingers mildly in our
own space: this yearning embrace of your
as foggy arms cuddles my entire spirit…
and this gentle evening turns warm,
remembering your life has reached
its final time: the pain melts like
colored mist as loops of distance widen,
your beautiful shadow slowly,
slowly evaporating… I return to
this one and only dream-like visit
with a question and melancholic gaze…
“ Dad, why did you have to leave us so suddenly?”
Nayda Ivette Negron’s Melancholy Contest
9/26/2016
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* My Dad passed on alone in his
death bed; we were all requested to go home
for a while after spending hours in the ICU
of a military hospital.
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