The murmuring of dark skies
Here we are.
Summer and winter
she ran away like a majestic bird,
ready to take flight.
I guarded her with my life and loved her
for being there with me.
A red flower that bloomed in my life giving
me hope. She hid in
the bushes waiting for me to find her. I never did. It was
a simpler time then.
3 years alone…
Time stalls here without her. I feel like
a caged bird unable to escape.
I love her and care for her. Why did she
leave me? I never left her,
I swear it. I look up and see a glimpse of
the clouds, and I see her
there-falling like a drowning woman. Why
can’t she come to the
surface? Flames rekindle in my heart. She
calls. Her voice is the
honey to my naked soul; it helps lull me to
sleep on these
sleepless nights. How can I tell her this?
Gone.
I see my body burning below with
my family watching
in sorrow- she comes. She cries until
she can’t anymore.
At length the funeral ceases. Her life
will be filled with
regret, and I know better than to be
forgiven – don’t I. I couldn’t
take care of that red flower and now she
has wilted.
My last kiss is not to be placed upon
my sisters withered cheeks; my last
kiss is reserved for death- so unexpected.
I always thought that I had more, time.
If only I could fill the gaps of those lost years.
If only I could hold my deedi¹ one more time.
If only she could look up at those dark skies to hear my confession.
If only- these two words are all that I have left.
deedi¹: Sister
