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A Little Longer

They ask me if I want to visit your place

I say yes, I miss being there

But it’s a lie I use too often.

I sit in the car all set to visit you

I am more nervous than excited

We start to drive and in no time

The car stops where it always has.

We reach there and I see you

I see you standing right where you always do

Near the stretched balcony

Wearing your brightest smile

Even when your world is collapsing.

I walk the stairs to you worrying you might go away

I run at my fastest pace to come see you

And yet when I reach there you aren’t standing there anymore

My heart breaks the same way again.

They come after me asking me why I was hurrying

And as always, I say, “Nothing, I was excited”.

They ask me if I’m okay and I tell them that I am

But they don’t know I see you

Walking across the rooms when I visit your place.

You enter the kitchen to get me water

But I already have enough running down my eyes by now

You sit beside me when they talk to me

You help me to not cry.

They ask me to make them my best tea

But I can never find the sugar and you know it

You stand right behind me, pointing where its kept.

“How come they don’t see you?”, I ask

You smile and say nothing.

“You know I am a mess without you”

And your smile fades away a little.

“They are not doing good”, I tell you

And you are almost about to shed a tear

But you don’t, because you’re not real.

“Please say something, talk to me!”

And you have started to go out of sight again

And it doesn’t take you long

To disappear in thin air

I wish you stayed a little longer

I wish you stayed forever.

I Remember

She sounds so down lately,

As if her voice box gave up on her;

But I remember how she used to laugh,

And how her eyes went all small when she did.

She looks so pale and gray lately,

Like she hasn’t been fed in so long;

But I remember her all red and glowing,

And how jaw-droppingly gorgeous she was.

She is seen in the streets so less lately,

That her neighbors thought she wasn’t home;

 But I remember her riding through the streets,

And that silly bell of her bicycle.

She seems so silent lately,

That she doesn’t even bother to explain herself anymore;

But I remember what a fighter she was,

And how none could ever defeat her in a round of debate.

She talks a lot about death lately,

That it gives me chills through my skin;

But I remember how optimistic she used to be,

Her death would be a beautiful waste of talent.