Presence

The coldest season of my life,

The coldest I did ever feel.

Has left finally for warm light,

In the wake of gathered family.

My only brother, yes, we had

Great fun since childhood had us meet.

They said I was good and you bad,

But both were both in different deeds.

 

I suppose you knew me better,

Than most family thought they did.

But you thought me child forever!

Well, its not what I can now rescind.

Sister, you seem a bit in spite.

Of me you never talked this way,

But to save you from every plight,

Was a promise I did betray.

I did protect, till I did not,

So none is false and none more true.

Obsess on

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my failing and sulk,

Or love your kin for when he pulled through.

Forgive, don't cry. It has been long.

Is time not the greatest healer?

I suppose time does other wrongs,

Passing is its only clear feature.

I suppose I'll ask my parents

When I see them in the clouds,

If I was to good adherent,

If I did or did not make them proud.

They say the most important self

Is that which is in the present.

There is not one anymore left

Except in thoughts, so which one is it?

Did I reach, an end point or goal

That - more than others - could be me?

God and men alike judge, who knows

Which one, now that all have taken leave.