After April

by Sai   Jun 12, 2017


I know you buried me long ago

but

I'm back from the dead, dear poet.
By that I mean my granddad died in April
and everyone's looked like strangers since.

If you read this, you'll know this is for you.

(...)

I have strange dreams
where I pluck the world from the blackness
of the universe, and fold it neatly in half.

In the morning, we wake up in each other's arms.

(...)

Dear poet, you are mistaken.
My hasty farewell wasn't for you;
rather, it was for my younger, stupid, sadder self.

The clock struck midnight a while ago.

By that I mean, I did.
I thought about you often after all this time too

but

you buried me long ago, I know.

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  • 7 years ago

    by E. J. Iverson

    Brilliant write. I love the emotions that radiate with each line. It feels like a long, deep journey of growth from the beginning to end, all summed up within a poem. Your style is wonderful. Also, the ending- it's so strong definite, I love it.

    I'm definitely excited to read more of your work!

  • 7 years ago

    by Sushmita Mitra Chetri

    Well penned!
    Great piece....

  • 7 years ago

    by Aegis

    "I have strange dreams
    where I pluck the world from the blackness
    of the universe, and fold it neatly in half."

    Loving that imagery so much! Fantastic write:)

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Another fascinating write. I really like your style. A lot of food for thought with this. You seem to have many layers of story within-well done-

  • 7 years ago

    by Ren

    Wow!! This is excellent! And so well written! Fantastic job!

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