Untitled 2008

Old men whisper While women brew tea Hustle and bustle Yet quiet and surreal The sitting warm With the smell of tea A box by the window A cover on the TV. A flush of embarrassment My teacher smiles at me As I shuffle to my bedroom Before rosary Whispers and chants No rest I find As the drone proceeds There’s a weight on my mind Tears of confusion Pain and fear Cold to the touch And no longer here Quiet regret Words never said Love and respect You didn’t know I had Moments of joy Fade into memory People are uncomfortable And don’t know what to say to me It will be closed in the morning Take one last look Last time I’ll see you It’s unfortunate but true Navy suit and tie Rosary beads in hand Your face sits rigid White were you used to be tanned Tears of confusion Pain and fear Cold to the touch And no longer here