To the one who's always believed in me:
i.
I miss you;
your presence,
your old perfume scent,
your warm laugh,
even your wrinkled hands
It’s been three years
and i still miss the way you said my name in your night prayers
ii.
As you were sitting in the dinette,
you said you want to see the picture that I took before
and you never had a chance to see
Afterwards,
you went to your war of existence,
struggling to resist for months
Meanwhile,
I reminisce about our times in Georgetown
back in June
iii.
That November,
God said it was over
You lingered on your deathbed in peace
and gave your swan song for us
I love you,
rest easy
