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You Never Asked, So I Never Said
A poem — to the forever sun in my life
Do I miss you?
You never asked,
But…
Every breeze that caresses my hair,
I think of you,
How your thick palm used to squeeze against my chubby cheeks like sandpaper.
Every candle I blow out,
I think of you,
How your slender figure dashed around the kitchen making my birthday dinner.
Every moment of distress,
I think of you,
How your reassurance always soothed my pains and lifted my falling head.
Every memory flashback,
I think of you,
How your fluffy hair was salt-and-peppered, but your eyes were always full of zest.
Do I love you?
You never asked,
But every time I see you through my screen,
I think of us,
How age irons another crease on your face and makes you lose another tooth.
Do you fear?
I never asked,
But in every conversation we have,
I dread for us,
How each new interaction could be our last, and I’m helpless…
