HANGING ON
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.