The 6th Death Anniversary

2025.4.16 Six year passing. It was an early Tuesday morning. You laid on your sick bed without moving. For a while, you laid still with your eyes closed. I decided to get close and climbed on your bed, Placed my ear against your chest. Tried to listen for your heart beats. You breathed gently on my hair. I was relieved and stayed still. That was the last time I got close to you. That afternoon, while you were in paliative care. You made efforts to pull your hand out of the planket. I gently put it back to keep it warm. Then, you tried again with the other hand. I did the same. As I did that, you moved your lips, I soon realised you wanted To hold my hands for the last time. I tried to please you, two nurses walked in. They moved your body, causing you making a sound. It was your last puff of air. I stayed with you, till late. I was exhausted, I misread your messages. A week later, I visited you at the funeral parlour. This time, I kissed you on your forehead, I held both of your hands, they felt extremely cold, I did not mind, I just wanted, That moment could be frozen in time. I sang "La Paloma", Which you taught me in your language. I recorded that visit, and kept the memory, Not only in my heart but also on the USB. On your burial day, at the grave yard Your neighbours R and I were The only people at the funeral, Bidding you farewell and saying goodbye. And my friend to give me moral support. For the next five consecutive years. I sang that song at your grave on each visit. You have no headstone, because I had no permission, Since we were not related, the Power of Attorney lapsed, The minute you took your last breath. It was six years ago, when I laid you to rest, My native language was not English, I could not prepare your eulogy, I drew your life stories instead. On each subsequent visits, I took it to the grave yard, along your favourites. Last year, I promised BB, I shall close this chapter and cease visiting you. Today, BB and I were no longer friends, I still could not help visiting you. Somehow, I felt your present, Every time I think of you. Rest in peace. I Missed you. Nobody loves me unconditionally like you did for me. No one else did, no one does and no one will. Bye, my Malik. Love from your Mala. Kad je moj brodic poso u dalek tudi svijet Na rastanku menu nitko ne daje svijet Neka to golub bjeti tad doleti Neka the nase ljubavi zarke sjeti. Moj brodic plovi croz noc Po uzburkanomemoru Ali ne mami Moj pogled U tami Jer to je zivot Moj.