First Published in Literary Yard, August 2018


Your absence is a reminder of the pain

a phantom entity

present in one moment

absent in the other

like the suppurating sore

at the roof of my mouth

stemming from the disbelief of heart

like the deep seeded

memories of the

youth in the old eyes of my mother

covered with the

cataract thick as a fig


Your absence is a reminder of the pain

like the scab, I keep pulling

on the fingers

just good enough to keep the pain

simmering under the folds of the skin

living in the constant fear of losing

you to whiplash of time

like the fading

lines on the palm of my granny

as she holds the old letters

too close to her chest

wishing her tight clutches

will stop them from losing them to

merciless time

Your absence is a reminder of the pain

like the poultice

which keep scrapping

the thin layer of the skin

on my

yellow suppurating skin

giving me the illusion of healing

every single time.


Your absence is a reminder of the pain

like a prayer on my lips

which strokes the pain by every verse

and every syllable

of the dying warmth of the cold body

held too long

on the hospitable bed

those memories are

deeply etched in the wrinkles

buried in those white sheets

never to be remind


Your absence is a constant reminder of the

debilitating pain

my body is fervently trying to


and it fails

every single time.


Photo by Velizar Ivanov on Unsplash




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