the silence is a heavy one,
that presses down on our throats,
reducing our voices to mumurs,
as though the slightest sound,
can wake up the dead lying on the bed.
here I sit in a corner right outside the door,
shielded by the dark but the tears run dry no more,
and I look at all those faces standing around —
pray you tell me: when do people know when to move on?
life’s too short I must say,
one minute they’re there and,
the next not.
as the night dies and the dawn wakes,
I wonder how many more have left this earth.
like passing souls within a waiting line;
from one life to the next one gone
I’m writing this in loving memory of my Grandma. And I’m comforted by the fact that tonight, the night sky has gained another star.
” Life’s too short, one minute they can be there and the next not. ” – 19.06.2016
Rest in peace.