Separation

Many times I had dreamt that
I held your callous hands
tugged myself under your hem
where you shielded me from the sudden rain

Many times I had convinced myself that
I was strong enough to fend for myself
from all the accusing fingers
which you would had crushed them without hesitation

Many times I had wished you were still here
to share the weather worn swing
sipping lemon tea together while
recounting our childhood mischiefs

I didn’t know that I had lost you
until so many times I had misplaced
my memory of your presence
They snugged up on me
in my most vulnerable state
where I had no tomb to crawl into
no means to make my way to you

 

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Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

2 thoughts on “Separation”

  1. Such beautiful melancholy, Cassa. Those adults who protected us in our youth, their memories stay with us to be recalled at our most vulnerable moments.

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    1. Thank you. I started to read a poetry collection and a sense of sadness and loss saturated me, then this came out. I must admit I have been feeling blah in the recent writing pieces until this one, I felt deeply again. Perhaps writing grief and loss is my thing? I don’t know. I am grateful for your comment.

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