It’s been five whole years since they last talked. The pandemic lockdown broke them apart, and the need for companion snuffled the remanence of love. Living with stage four cancer turned her world upside-down, priority of life, things that truly matter and making amends were all she could think of in every waking moment. She stocked up in medicications, purchased a plane ticket, got a visa approval, and said goodbye to her loved ones, in case she doesn’t make it back home after the trip. The same driver way, the same door, the same smell of the garden, and the same bird songs, all these were so familiar, but it’s a gamble, she wasn’t really sure if he still lives there, and it felt like centuries have passed before she worked up the courage to knock at the door. The door opened and a young woman was looking at her, then called out her name, ‘Dad took his own life two months ago, we are here to tidy up his house for sale, would you like to come in?’
return after a long day your voice is hoarse your stubble gives sandpaper kisses your coarse fingertips run along my back electricity coursing through my body this is home you built with strong hands and masculine quality
Baby leaves in new spring Eye full of hope The lawn outside our picket fence Freshly cut grass The forest we trekked through Your eyes The peaceable 💚 for sins forgiven The graveyard our love rested upon
I have been enjoying jigsaw puzzle again. This is one of the jigsaw puzzles I completed recently. From the experience, this poem was created.
It was beautifully whole A sudden storm broke it into pieces I could only make out the outline While the foundation was crushed
Tracking the fragments by their edgy shapes my unskilled hands perform no miracles The only hope in restoration lies in time only It is the time I invest in patiently which bonds the shattered reality and make it whole again
And now the beauty is in both the holder and the beholder