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Sunday, October 19, 2008

Those familiar yellow drapes--
that spell the end to a story
that lacks a better ending by default;
that passers by scurry by
heads bowed low in dreaded respect;
--seemed all too familiar now

As i glanced into the cavity
the emptiness felt strange and alien
the mid-morning laze was preceded by
a palpable sense of tiredness and fatigue

A sober sob pierced the silence of the still sleeping neighbourhood
laced by a sonorous, phantom laughter
that can only come from the lips
of your radiant smile

Your vibrant presence--
more like a friend
with your endless good cheer;
an ideal mother figure
with your overflowing love and big heart;
--is quiet now

*
we will surely miss you.
my dear friend, please stay strong.
we will be here with you.

she's not here @

2:33 PM