I'm home all alone,
listening to a dead dial tone...
I did not know
that our time would be so brief...
I binge-bought Taylor Swift records
like they could fill the void you left...
“You handled it so well.” they’d said-
but I didn’t...
I walk alone beneath a darkened sky,
Sky crackling thunder where the guilty lie...
I walked beneath a weeping sky
Where shadows stretched too long...
Whenever Eid comes, I remember my father's white...
That worn-out panjabi—how many years old it was...
I told her that she is me-
If I’d had parents the way she has me and her...
This thought is simple,
Kind of juvenile...
Blue skies and fluffy clouds,
gentle warm breeze kissing my skin...
Someday, when I die
All will be forgotten...
The desk grows quiet, the screen fades dim,
A chapter closes, its edges trim...