To Traverse Golden Paths Below Sacred Pillars

It's unimaginable for me to think

you're just a few metres below me

in the cold ground. In the same position you were

when I saw you last, peacefully asleep.

 

I wish I could be little again and hold

your tiny pale hands as I taught you to walk.

I wish I had a last chance at

telling you how much I love you

 

instead of silly bickering about

your shoes smelling or your

untidy desk, day after day about

unimportant matters.

 

So I want you to know that I love you.

Dreaming or laughing, forever calm

upon soft blue cushions.

I want you to know that I love you,

 

composing or decomposing.

And when you shatter down to

delicate bones I want you to know

that I love you.

 

And I wonder do you miss me when

I'm away and not talking to your name

imprinted on the marble stone,

along with the two dates not so far apart.

 

Like those who wrote them in knew anything

about you. Like they knew how you liked

your pancakes or how happy you were

when strawberries bloomed in late spring.

 

I wonder do you miss me like I miss you.

I still wear your bracelet and it's falling apart

but I had to have the last piece of you

to hold close to heart.

 

And I must age too someday, marry and

have something of my own, but

you will stay here unmoving and

perhaps missing me as I miss you

 

and I wish we were little kids again

so I could make you chicken soup

and laugh with you over petty jokes,

holding your hands to never let you leave.

Author's Note

Although the poem is of personal nature, it doesn't reflect a personal loss of mine.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

i like the affectionate tone throughout this one, nice

[Little Birdie]

Thank you :)

[Larry Dyson]

holding hands ...such a gesture of endearment..I like

[Little Birdie]

I'm glad you do. Thank you :)

[Emily B]

the title is sublime, the words are excellent

[Little Birdie]

Thank you!