Anniversary
Six years gone words remain
They’ve gone deep; are bullets
I had come day before
It was warm though was cold
Little heart in her beat while waiting
I, inside, questions; they interrogating
Took hours till we joined
“Where are they? ” in my throat
She was alone.
In dark times, in my dreams
I’d always thought of them
Family; all of us united
Once my Ex made a trip on her own
Went around with her niece; all alone
Her way changed; she turned boss.
Our good days, times spent
All turned fog, steam, dust.
Her head now her buttocks
A stove in her mouth
On that day; of six year
Daughter cried; she shouted
I had come, just arrived
Out was cold, I'd been lost
I did best; kept silent
Now at me she shouted
“I don’t want, ” this or that.
“Keep me out, ” of your mind.
I, silent; heard her say
Poor our sons; our daughter
They saw me like flame
Of my pains unaware
Their mother chewed the rope
Broke chain; did her work.
Rosary; beads rolled out
Family matchsticks, one and one
Scattered, out of touch
Occasions, we at war
Son rose voice and ordered;
Suffers deep; I packed left
Like before my mouth shut
I entailed this current
Became bomb with efforts.
I’ll be sun, moon-comet
After hit make crate
It’s for them; their shelter
I’ll be gone, I’ll be dead
We old ones get older
If away; less burden
Returned mail that I’d sent
How harmful this message
Love, kindness and feelings
Poisonous; all are dead.
What is next?
I wonder.
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