The Uber picks me and my suitcase
as I bid bye to my folks
the one wave and parting hug
seem less.
Memories coat my every minute
the last three weeks still a blur.
Still a hope that the phone would ring
or he would come back
and I would rush to him.
The ache in my heart hurts
a pain no one can cure
it's his blood in my veins
a person so full of life
and warmth, just
diminished to bones and ash
immersed by me in a sacred river.
The voice in my head refusing to accept
my mother's and sister's
incessant tears search for answers.
His heart one day decided to rest
leaving us marooned forever.
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