Charlie gently caressed the
cheeks of his two cherubs,
watching them melt into the
dimensions of dreams and
serenity.
"I w-wish y-your mom
was here to s-see you."
The wind howled above
their heads and the leaves
tangoed with each other,
releasing their rattling melody
as they fell from the heavens.
The gravestones glistened underneath
the sun, illuminating the path to
lost souls.
Charlie pushed the stroller around
the cemetery, going in circles
to avoid the single gravestone
he came to see.
His fingers clenched the handle
and he looked down into the soil
of a thousand bodies.
He knew exactly where she lay,
where her soul had drifted away from,
but he couldn't bring himself to
see her name etched into rock,
as his own soul was not ready
to open its eyes.
No, not yet.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
shades of red
कविताwhen you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]
