I’m a little too familiar with death
No, not the pain
Not the tremor of turning into ash
But ive always believed
When a person dies, they’ve gone
To no longer realize that they are dead
But the ones who see a corpse turn white
Those are the ones who know
What death does
No, not what it means
What it does
When I turned eleven my parents were away
Maa slept next to me
Woke me up wishing me birthday
When I was fifteen I cried
I was in an alien place and I
Needed a touch that loved
But my mother wouldn’t come to me
No, she stayed with my maa
And I was so angry
I refused to speak with her
For weeks
The summer after when I went home
The clouds slipped from above
A car took me to the hospital
And my grandma was there
Because cancer sucks
A few months later
A night kept me up
I studied for my exam
Memorising bits and pieces
The other hand stroking maa’s head
And in a stupendous faze
That morning before school
I told her: I’m ready to let you go
Her fight had exhausted her
I didn’t know she would hear me
So when I came with a good grade
In a traffic that subdued the joy in my step
I saw maa lying there
She let go.
The little that remained I kept
Next to my heart, in my ribcage
Two years later
I let it go
She rose from the ground
Of my old house
In all her serenity
A good fight
No, a strong fight
And now, the whisk of it
Is coming back again
As nani lies on the bed
Of stagnant artificial oxygen
Exhaling empty medicine bottles
Her arms and legs I cant make out
Just yesterday she would cook me
The food that won her titles
And now recognition skips her
No, expression does
A reaction does
Something I’m craving
Ive seen it before
And I don’t want to again
The familiarity of death
Has struck me once
A punch gloved with nostalgia
Right on my left cheek
I can’t stop crying
I don’t want to let go
How selfish am I
I can’t stop crying
Sad😢and yet poweful post. My sympathies.
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