What were you thinking of when you took the energy to press the single alphabet key on your keyboard before proceeding to spend more energy to continuously hit say another 100 keys before you deciding to hover you mouse over the publish button.

What were you thinking of when you took that long awaited drag of energy to click on the publish button.

What were you thinking of when you were thinking of what to do after what you were thinking of

Who are you in the first place

What goes on in the moments we take our breath

Intangible thoughts fall onto a bed of poignancy and joy.
How yesteryear feels like yesterday
swirling in a lucid sea of memories.


Dearly missed and fondly remembered, Father.
 

 Maybe I'll see you again, someday.
 Happy Fathers Day my dearest Father.

Your heavy footsteps, such a familiar occurrence.

Every step synchronised , Thud thud thud thud.

The floor creaks.

And now,

the only heavy footsteps that I hear are that of my own.


what was familiar is now but a lingering memory

etched in the hallways of this house.

Hearing heavy footsteps and to see you by the door.
Your presence is very much appreciated.

Skin so blue and cold, I wish to give breath upon you.

Sinking back into your steps to walk the act.
What's it like to catch one last glimpse and hear one final word.