It was really an exhilarating surprise @writersnetwork ....thanks a ton for the very kind repost ❤️
F U N E R A L
raindrops are stuck on my window glass,
and some are still rolling off the roof.
on a grey-toned day, no birds sing on my broken walls, and rusted gate. cars cross carrying rings of light on their heads, outside yet, people cover themselves in dark coats.
papers lie empty, losing their feels, drying up, while many torn out and crumbled in frustration.
I wide open the windows to wipe the poignant silence inside my room. frosty winds crash in the void, turning back the leaves of my book.
the nostalgia leaks, drenching my mind spilling a clear tear off my sooty eyes.
I remember the day, you held my hands out in rain, said you'll stay with me forever. your clothes soaked in words and promises. maybe, you were the Poetry, eternal.
I used to dream with you, on my insomniac nights and we sat together on white sheets. you told me stories about the mystical worlds, and I drew you on my heart with ink.
but the time, corrugated me a man, cold and numb and you kept blushing, but with frailer hues, and succumbed. that tattoo on my heart ached, one cabalistic day when you closed your eyes, in your grave.
it's been a year since your funeral, and I haven't felt any season for a long time. is the scent of burning wood covering the sky? or maybe you're still alive inside my mind?
I step out in the ground, to see the rainbow between clouds of grief, blooming like a wildflower. looks like they're made with pieces of your soul, born out of your beautiful colours.
so I pick some fresh flowers from my garden to keep 'em inside the book, your graveyard.
//For me you were the poetry. And still I can feel you everywhere//