Happy Belated Birthday

am I allowed to make room

for grieving again;

go through bits and pieces of someone

no longer here, lament his absence

how the earth feels less land

more saltwater-

an eternity of drifting

 

March comes with delayed gratitude,

sometimes I think I forget his face

long enough to forget

how his mother looked like-

a reflection in cracked mirror,

to have lost her son

to have lost my sun

 

surely he knows, surely

heaven knows there are thoughts

drenched in prayers here,

(a girl hands too heavy

to write about his smile)

here to serve some passive aggressive poems
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