Friday, October 05, 2007
The wake
Your absence distributed itself
like an invitation
Friends and relatives
kept coming, trying
to fill up the house
But the rooms still gaped-
the green hanger swang empty, and
the head of the table
demanded a plate
When I sat down in the armchair
Your breath fell
over my shoulder
When I climbed to bed I walked
through your blind departure
the others stayed downstairs,
trying to cover
the silence with weeping
For my late nenek
I dont know the poet's name..hmm..