Charred Words

Standing in front of the house,
The one I had heard a hundred stories about
I saw you rise into the air 
Like the black smoke, you used puff once
I felt you turn into the ashes
Like the ones that burnt me on the bonfire on New Year's Eve
Only, this burn won't heal as easily.

As we drove away from the
Hamlet of your Childhood Tales
I noticed something missing,
With a looming feeling of emptiness 
Like the times we would leave for a vacation 

Only to realise that we had forgotten something to pack
Yet, this time the article can't be replaced.

The next day, 
I found your eyes in the mirror,
The silver glass showing me your young gaze,
Not wrinkled with your wisdom yet,
Like the ones we saw in black and white photographs of you
Except, these are too sad to be yours.

A few weeks later,
I heard you in my voice, 
The same tone resonating in my ears
Like the sound of your annoyance with a touch of humour 
Just, lacking the heaviness that yours carried with ease.

Today,
I read you in my poetry 
My pages covered in words of you
Like fresh 'mint leaves' as you described them often
But, these words, seem to be too charred to be you.

Of What Was And What Is

Loss is like taking off a ring you've worn for a long time

Your finger still feels the weight of the gold band which isn't there

Your hand still goes towards it to twist it around the finger in nervousness

You look at your middle finger again and again seeing the lighter part of your skin, the only trace of the ring that is left

It leaves you disoriented,

To not have something which you clearly feel is right there

Loss is like visiting your favourite restaurant's shut down building

You're overwhelmed with memories

You remember every table full of chatter

You remember the wooden doors that opened to another world

The familiar scent, the lights, the decor
Warm, lively and alive
And you smile from the feeling

But nothing is there

Here lies a barren building
Cold, lifeless and dead
With only memories haunting the rooms 

Like the ghost of what was and now what is

Taking your smile away and replacing it with shudders

The building is still right down the street
( The room is right down the hallway )

If you listen closely you can hear the chatter
( If you listen closely you can hear him calling)

The windows are intact, giving you an insight into the past
( The pictures in the frames are intact, giving you an insight into the past )

But nothing is there

Here lies a barren building
Cold, lifeless and dead
With only memories haunting the rooms

Empty Spaces

The empty spaces in my heart
Let my arteries pour blood into them
As it thuds a little uneven
As it thuds a little slower.

The galaxies
And skies
And suns 
And all the pretty things

I try to gulp down my throat
To make myself feel that I am full
And that the empty space inside my stomach doesn't exist.

The empty space in your room
Haunts me
Each and every time I cross it
Some times I fill it with my own being and pretend to be you

The empty spaces in my eyes
Craters created by the meteors of the lack of the sight of you
Fill up with the streams that flow out

The empty spaces between my fingers
Burn into my eyes when I cross the road
I curl my palm into a fist
Letting the thoughts fade into the music of traffic.