Stripped of Being Missed
How many days
could I have the honor
of being missed before I vanish?
She lay with the
forty years
disappearing behind her,
and the world now
trapped in recurring memory.
She lay deeper and
deeper in dreams,
lastitude to keep the pain away.
Even the dreams have
abandoned memory and now
reach far away.
It's been four years
since I saw her
dense brown eyes
that gave up missing me.
I could tell as she woke.
My memory is still
as strong as my breathing.
I can still blow out candles.
Her memory started fading as soon
as she could no longer
sip soft drinks.
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