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Thursday, July 22, 2010
the same, but not
we
walked here,
in the same place
you now stand,
through a uttar pradeshian summer,
the two of
us,
hand-in-hand until
we could no longer.
still we walked
near one another,
separated by it,
yet kept close
because of it.
we learned about this
place, hearing how it
and a lack of water
drove them
from here.
we both understood
then, why otherwise
rational human beings
would leave behind
years of hard work and
forgo such beauty;
it was the same
reason we let go
of one another.
the wind
blowing in from
the desert,
bringing with it
that heat…
heat that feels
like a
hair dryer blowing in
your face while
you stand in
a sauna.
but today,
we, you and me,
we stand here.
summer is
over, and that heat,
that heat
is gone.
but i can still
feel it,
and it is
something i’ll revel
in until i can
no longer feel.
and you.
you feel her.
i’m sure of it,
because i can
see her in
you.
the smile on
your face,
the way you
hold my hand,
and the way you
let it go…
so walk where
we walked,
stand where
she stood
and together,
we will feel
something.
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Wow! I am moved to tears by this piece, these beautiful words...and then almost like being hit in the face when I saw the picture of her standing there alone...so beautiful, so shocking. It brings a raw pain to my heart.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful...your little girl is so lucky to have you.
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