ALIVE

It is dark.

although it is only 11 AM.

Daylight is on strike

the skies are black

emitting

only bleary light.

Rain falls,

cleansing, cooling

the earth below

while fever burns my body

wracks my soul.

I watch from my lonely window,

my thoughts interrupted

by the phone

delirious, I look at the number

triple four one three six

“Baba?” I say,

“How are you?” you reply

I rejoice

to hear your voice

across time,

across distances,

across lifetimes.

Your voice soothes

my soul,

your touch cools

my fevered brow.

This

just this

Is what keeps me sane,

keeps me alive.

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. rosemawrites says:

    oh. the melancholy in between the lines is tangible, so vivid. so heartbreaking. ❤

    Like

    1. ipsyb says:

      🙂 guess we all live with what we live with.

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      1. rosemawrites says:

        i agree! 🙂 this is just.. great! ❤

        Like

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