Salutations

Salutations to those wrinkled eyes,
That holds nothing but adoration for me.
I noticed you and I also noticed the apprehension in them to let me out of their sight.

Salutations to the quavery voice,
That always guides me.
I heard you and I also heard the prayers that were held within the goodbyes.

Salutations to that gentle touch,
That caressed my cheek.
I felt your concern and I also felt the desire to hug me like the time I was a child.

Salutations to the smile,
That held a silence.
Silence that I never thought could communicate and held so many feelings beyond I could cognize.

I know I would be gone, gone for a long time.
But I hope I wouldn't be late at least this time.
There are many things I want to talk about, many things I want to learn.
Many memories to create, share and reminisce.
I want to talk to you about my favourite green frock that you stitched.
I want to talk about the sweaters you knit.
I want to make fun of your occasional grumbles and I want you to see me stumble.
I want you to see me rise but today for some reason I realised that the time may not be suffice.
I am a coward to not hug you then and there.
I am a coward to weep when I saw your tears.
Like a coward here I am, writing words that I know would never reach you and crying out loud when you are not here.
I am sorry for all that and not just this but many more things.
Things that I want to make list of, a list that would last eternities but then again time refuses to compromise.

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