Reality rips our hearts
Like thunder tearing the sky apart
Unveiling the shards of a mirror
A mirror of memorable moments.
We never imagined that your name
Will equate a darkened dawn so soon.
Memories of you have become
Sprawling ashes in the shape of your
footsteps
On the beach of our hearts
We cannot let go of these memories
Because somewhere between our
conversation
A comma or more brings back your voice
Some periods reminds us of your fine face
Every punctuation is pregnant with your
presence
Iku has successfully stolen a sparrow
Under the blue-white garment of God
Leaving us puzzled with questions
Questions whose answers hide In the cubicle of God's heart.
Although all i have is a poem, a farewell
poem
Share this elegaic communion with me
As we await the breaking of the virginity of God's silence...
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