We die young
blinded eyes that see not the truth but lies
we bribe our mouths to speak hurt
to prove we too can be inhuman to another
have given thorns for flowers
so we die young
not knowing the reality that is
without love or trust
we believe we must
always lose ourselves to things
that kill us
we die young
with our tongues tied
and our hands tired of being tried
we have mapped our faces
to the traces that have faded away
to voice out our own opinions
The air holds some sense of instability, it gets harder to breathe each time I take a step forward. I guess time has really passed with us. I had pictured you to be the one I walk up to until he came along. We have been planning this for a while now. Each time we have added things we thought would reveal us best to the world. That would make it easier to grasp the depth of our intentions. but emotions have a way of creeping back in, into the heart because we keep them somewhere in our minds. Then suddenly it dawns on us, how much we have forgotten to love our selves before the other in the process….
His grace and mercy; God is enough for me.
Deuteronomy 31: 6-8
Life ends, eventually. I pray when mine does, I leave a permanent mark. It starts now.
She was there. At the funeral of her closest friend. All she did was pray for him to wake up. But he couldn’t even if she wished. Even if he heard her. He was all ashes now.
There were a lot of flowers, flowers he did not like. No one cried. Most of them reminisced with bursts of laughter as if it were all a joke. There were a few songs, some of which she had heard before.
She stood up in front of the attendees and recited the poem they wrote together. She stopped halfway. Because in truth, there were no words to put on paper that would have reflected him. That would have captured his essence in 5 minutes. She had to go on. They did not allow her to give into tears. And so she spoke without referencing to the paper. It came from the heart. It was heartfelt, heavy and overwhelmingly truthful. It was refreshing to hear the good, the bad and the surprising about the deceased. It was enlightening as well. No one could tell how she felt the moment she left the podium.
After the ceremony, they gave her his urn, so that she kept him. But they did not realize that she will no longer see him whole again, never feel the warmth of his embrace, never laugh till tears fell from his eyes and lost a bit of breath before he could apologize.
So she went to river where they used to play and laugh and sing and recite poetry. it was there, that they met, that their eyes met as the sunset slowly hid beneath the clouds in the horizon. She remembered how strong he was, how kind and gentle and how brutally honest. In the end, after tears and memories of 2013 passed through the ripples, she let him become part of it. That is how she felt letting go of the grief and embracing his life was. How life was.