[My brother left for Africa on May 30, 2018. This was inspired by all I felt, how my heart was not at ease at first, how it happened so quickly and a lot was left unsaid. Words are my refuge, I hope you find yours with mine too.]
Since I heard of the news,
He became my muse…
Countless words were scribbled,
Filling page after page,
But tonight, I’m in a silent rage.
With him, I only always giggled. Spoiled.
He my prince, and I his posh British figurine,
“my lady how do you do” he would tease
…the time I spent in the country of The Queen!
Carrying my long red dress,
On a night that was our best memory. Queen!
It’s effortless..with him. Safe.Loved.Protected. So Graceful.
So much to say,
Prayers fell like an avalanche.
On the tip of that hill,
Stood she – ready to kill
…every bad dream,
Whatever is not green,
And every disoriented goal
..was abducted and by the pole
Stood in humility.
I stumbled over my own words.
Every time I knocked his door,
Like a wave rejected by the shore,
It was never the right time.
To put it all out, all my heart and thought.
They all went..to the “later” pot.
The later that never came..
By the time he was on that plane.
The Words were left unsaid.
On the side, just like the tide,
Her soul was yearning,
Like an empty stomach churning,
Yearning to get his attention
Even if he forgot to mention
…he was leaving in less than a week.
And when she tried to take a peak,
It was already too late for a tweet,
On…how she was going to miss him!
…maybe they viewed life so differently.
Even though she been to the other side
And lived the dangerous inherently,
She couldn’t make him see,
What the world can teach,
When the health is breached.
But life..is learned.
One experience at a time.
No matter how you love,
Just like a dove.
He’s also got two wings, to soar
To soar in his own sky.
Feeling the closing rope finally die.
She still worried though,
The sense of responsibility he always carried
So differently. So differently.
She takes a walk by the sea
Hoping it would help her see
That life changes every day;
Like soldiers of clay.
Every decision we slay,
Taking the action if we may…
May leave words unsaid…
In the month of May,
Which reminded her …
She once said,
“Come what may! I been through the worst and
Made it like no prey!
LIFE…come what may!”
She took a walk by the open water.
Transported by its vastness..
It made her see:
Life is full of glee.
Sad at heart, you can sometimes Be,
But never ever think you are free..
To unpack there where there’s no spree.
Love you to pieces,
May 30, 2018.