The Bench
Published in
Jun 1, 2024
On those first few days, weeks, months after his death
I walked with grief’s heavy dew on my legs, looking for him
My entire piece of palpable Earth became a quest
A lush poem with grand sunsets and colourful flowers
All of this beauty, trying to take the place of he,
The Earth that he was, in an average man’s body
And failing miserably
So, I stopped and settled on a bench near my home
To sit still and listen instead
This bench, which became my pilgrimage
This bench, which became my first home
After he departed
And where I learned the saddest of lessons:
That after the world has ended
And our holy war with loss begins
A sacred space is all there is left
To find
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