a missed call notification lingers on my phone, taunting me in the small moments, reminding me of opportunities lost. A single minute voicemail replayed a hundred times. Your voice seeping into my marrow growing cold as it lingers. It's all I have left, all of you that remains. A notification, a reminder, a promise that just hours before it all, I was what occupied your mind.

A.C.

Today when you are gone
My eyes are in dew
The heart has completely shattered
My mind argues for you....

In the crowd of millions
I find myself alone...
with whom do i share my feelings with....
you left me in a stage of bemoan...

i wish the rain never stops
like the tears that flows
i could cry endlessly
to cleanse the pain that grows...

And
when the eyes come back
to shed tears,
I hope
it’s not a cry of remorse,
nor to let go.

The Sahara seeing me
sigh in the desert
asked me why I cry?
I am left alone, I replied.

'I see, but you got tear,'
it hissed out.
I said, perhaps like me
first, you had an wet eye,
now is all dry!

Rain in the eyes
has been for so long.
Now is a mo
parched Sahara is all in all.

Above the sea
is only the Moon.
The gap in between
is never short.
Nor for the night to sigh
left no teardrop
no more!

Now who dwarfs who
the sea is full
the moon is beautiful?

I can see the tigers behind your tears.
Nobody knows
that only you who can feel the fears.
As the poet who always gets drunk every night.
He needs his pen to join that fight.
If one day the poet lost that battle,
the tigers would get her as fresh meat slices.
If one day the poet won,
his poem would become famous one,
because the madness was fried in the pan.

Before, I couldn’t see you
I would write about your eyes
Your smile
Your hair
All cliche, all flat
I couldn’t write
How I tried
Now I see you...

I see a green mantis
I see your freckled patina in that photo with the perfect light
I see you engaging the waiter in conversation
I see your long limbs loosely crossed
Cradling your herbal tea and segmenting your orange
I see you

The soft nape of your neck is in my dreams

I see you swimming ahead in the river,
I see your joy in that, and remember me needing to turn back
I see us crouched on the railway sleeper,
The last of the sun crossing us
While the washing up waits
The beer dries on our lips
We sit looking back at your home

I see the young and sexless person you told me about
Your nose in a book on the family holiday

I see the flicker of self-doubt
the slow rising tear that doesn’t spill over
being all things,
mother, worker, friend, lover

I see all the things you are not
that I projected onto you
Now I see you