Poems

I’m Coming

She stared

like a child

at his amazing features

pulling herself closer to him

finally seeing the creases on his skin

too old

too pale

too quiet

too solemn

too white

she lay next to him

and grabbed his cold hand

and played with his fingers

and scratched his palm

and kiss his hand

and held it tight

she whispered

“i’m coming too”

 

– Parveen Maghera

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