HANGING ON

Little over a decade, since she left

Folding her wings, leaving me bereft

Her belongings still lie all over the place

Intentionally; so I still feel her presence

Reminiscing over good times we spent

Her bedroom remains my personal space

Touching her spectacles lying in the case

Reminded of the times she kept searching

Only to find it stuck on her forehead

Then followed uncontrollable laughing

Her clothes still hang in the closet

I open; her smell wafts into my face

As I run my fingers on every fold of her dress

Memories rush back of friendly banters

Arguing over what colour suited her best

They told me I should stop grieving

Not cling on to her belongings

Let go; move on; time would heal pain

But they know not, in this personal space

I reminiscence; walk into memory lanes.