Between these pages,
I find glimpses of you,
stories I didn’t know
to ask you to tell.
Answers to questions,
I struggled with but
feared that you had
never confronted.
And love that
scream out from the
pages of a book
that was a silent
presence through
my life.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Image from Pixabay: Dariusz Sankowski
I still come rushing in,
ready to deliver you the news
only to see the gentle rock of the chair
you once sat in.
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The ice reflects truth
hidden in my stormy gaze
guilt is my reply
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Image Courtesy of : Pixabay – PublicDomainPictures https://pixabay.com/en/hand-finger-people-ring-marriage-83079/
The distance between us
only makes sense when
we speak in laughter,
filling the silence
of missing you
with the joy
of knowing you.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
It has been ten years,
since you broke my heart.
It’s enough penance,
don’t you think?
Why did I let you
make me believe,
that you were it for me?
I can finally forgive myself
for falling in love with you.
So, as hard as it is.
I am going to stop.
I need to love me now.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Though I am standing
I have fallen each time
Your memory passes
by me.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
TW: Abuse
Shattered glass lay at my feet,
each piece reflecting a moment,
a story of my first walk,
when you held me up,
my first word, uncle,
said into the phone
a fleeting smile.
So many pieces,
so much history
but I cannot make
them fit anymore.
Pieces broke so small
that shards are missing.
And though I try to
recreate it,
the re-formed picture
remains incomplete.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
