WIDOW’S WORDS

By-Muskan Atar

 

I wish

droplets on the adaxial of a leaf

and oasis in desert

meant to wet my dry eyes

rainbows meant to color my white envelope

petrichor meant to scent my dark and long hair

like moonlight dropping through window

you would come

and feel every grain of my skin

I still

embrace the warmth of your cuddles

feel your latency during muddles

I wish

your presence was as real as

the tear dropping down our children's eyes

the loud noises heard in their hidden cries

the hollowness they carry when other fathers receive their children from school

I wish

the air around was of your breath and noise of your tiresome shouts

I remember

the hum of heartbeat when I use to lay on your chest in the midnight

the blep of wet lips while they slide

through the mole of a spright

I still

listen to the same sound

but

in the void of loneliness

 

I wish

when the door opens

those two little legs see your cherishing smile

through foggy weather

you would appear like a sparkling light

and wake me up

like this is just a nightmare.

 

But

as I open my eyes

I see a crawling hollowness in the walls, windows and dim lights.

 

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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn


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