I will remember
The autumn air
The silent corridor
The hole in the ceiling
The not-in-service lift
The squeezing sound of the toilet door
The laughters of the off-duty nurses
On the day when we lost a precious fragment
Of our helplessly poor lives
The sob
The moan
The weep
And screams —
Distraught
Seconds
Turns into minute
And hour —
The first mosquito
On the autumn night
A buzz lasts forever
A star to miss forevermore.
Edited on 31 July 2019.
In remembrance of our dear friend Jodi.
Portrait of Em. 