Author: Farzana Habib
Poetry
Loose Part 2
I am sorry I still cannot come to the phone
there is so much to discuss
but all I can afford to do is sob
listening to a sister cry is heart wrenching
listening to a widow cry is agonizing
listening to orphaned children cry is indescribable
what hurts the most is knowing that there is nothing I can do to make it hurt less
gloss over the pain
inconsolable
each one of us
the house will stand but it will feel vacant
food needs to be put on the table but there is no appetite
the books need to be accounted for but each page is just a pop up of another memory
unfinished conversation
petty fight
we are in this together
but still so distant towards each other
Squabbles suddenly carry no weight
our problems are insignificant compared to hers
the children
the bed will now feel desolate
the kitchen table immense
the walls more bare
the...
One Last Trip
The weather must have been really bright when you left home
I just wished you were feeling the same
Your friends must have been really happy with no worries for the day
I just wish you were feeling the same
The beach must have looked really beautiful
Peaceful
I wish you felt the same way
The sand super smooth
The air clear
The water extra blue
I just wish I knew what you were thinking
You should have reached out
Instead of living a lie
You all must have dined on fresh seafood, flatbread, mashed foods and coconut water
Your favourites
I just wish I knew what you were thinking
Your friends must have walked along paths taking turns telling stores
While you tagged along pretending to be OK and telling no one about your pain
I still wish I knew what you were thinking
Life at home was unbearable I imagine
Minus the pandemic
Your wife kept you o...