A Letter to Thatha

The little specks of pearl in the sky

Glowing and fuming,

With the vapours of our memories. 

In my swollen, glistening eyes,

I saw the flare of your pyre in the stars,

Like a spangle caught in my tears,

The light of our love stretches its arms.

I never knew a pain greater, 

When my fingertips caressed your cold, grey folds of skin

I never knew I could feel so broken inside,

With scalding memories and a heart wanting justice.

With last words untold, goodbyes unsaid.

I never thought the day would come, 

When I came home to your warm smile and open arms,

But would instead be greeted by your empty chair.

I never thought I would shudder and hide at your sight,

Until you lay in the icy coffin like a child,

Oblivious to our cries and wails.

I never knew I would so badly yearn,

To hear you call me one more time.

I watched you become a child again.

I never minded your faltering memory,

Your greying eyes that often stared out in the open,

I was content,

With your pupils carrying a little bit of me,

And mine carrying a bit of yours.

I watched your human case erode and crumble,

And as the walls thinned,

The brilliance of your soul,

Illuminated our nights with the streaks of love forever.