ashes and bits



















i loved him dearly
every bits
he was wee little
full of buggers and bugs
mischievous or annoying
i couldnt tell nor i differentiated the two

one day i realized he is taller
one day i realized he is stealing my fags
when he said he'll go look for a new opportunity
i said go and see whats out there
shame on you for not trying to leave the city earlier

rainy days in kelowna
storms mad winds
even the ships stopped for a bit
for that sea was angry and untamed

if the ships arent moving
does he have to cross the depth of acheron
all by himself

never in my life i wondered about
carrying ashes in my hands

it is all just a big masquerade
in my head for now

i loved him dearly
every bits
he will always be wee little
full of buggers and bugs stolen fags

Comments

  1. jApril 27, 2010 at 7:03 AM

    i'm sorry, with my deepest heart.
    love him always.

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  2. AnonymousApril 27, 2010 at 10:43 PM

    I read it.

    I am thinking of you.

    L.NAN>

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  3. sooApril 28, 2010 at 11:55 AM

    i am so sorry, Cecilia, this is.. unbelievable.
    my thoughts are with you..

    love, soo

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  4. KNApril 29, 2010 at 12:14 AM

    I don't have words for you right now but my heart and my arms are yours.
    Love you ever,
    K

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  5. AlexApril 8, 2013 at 1:11 AM

    Thank you for sharing this with me, Cecilia. This is beautiful. I am sorry he was taken away from his life and from you.
    - Alex

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