I see you. I see the wrinkles under your eyes. And call me cra | Scribbles

I see you.
I see the wrinkles under your eyes.
And call me crazy but I can tell which line was from when.
Which ones you have because he made you smile too much,
and which ones you have gained from the tears you shade since he has been gone.
I see you.
And I see you carry him in every step you take.
Both his presence and his absence.
Mostly his absence though.
As the years go by and the time he isn't here is starting to exceed the time he was
I see the grief you hold getting bigger.
Bigger than the memories you clutch on
and bigger than the things you remember.

So at times I turn to look at you,
to check in and see how you are.
And I notice how you have started to walk slower,
and how your sweet smile has now a little bit of bitter flavor.
I see your slumped shoulders that seem too tired from carrying your broken heart.
And call me crazy but at times, I see the crack inside it getting wider.

I see you.
And I see him then.
I see how he has made you because he was,
but mostly I see what you have become because he is no longer.

I see.
Then I wonder.
What if today was the day the gods decide to listen to your prayer?

If miracles were to happen
and he was given Lazurus' fourth day.

You, who mourn him everyday.

If today they decided to resuscitate him,
and bring him back to life
your soul that carries both him and you, would it survive?

-A coffin for two (I)


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