(i) So for loss
I can’t frame you a sentence
Let alone a poem
Or god forbid (read: if only) an obituary.
(ii) So for death
I love you too much.
Don’t leave me, don’t go
You’ve made home in this chaos in my head, just stay.
I might never have the courage to bring you to life,
Excuse the irony, but I can’t seem to think straight.
(iii) So for love,
Are you death’s long lost twin? Fairer though,
Making me believe just because you look the same, you’re still different on the inside.
You’re not, and i trusted you enough for you to let me know
That you made a pact with loss;
That it will take care of my ashes
After love burns me down
After death turns me down.