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From The Bedside Of A Dying Man

From The Bedside Of A Dying Man

written by: Ipsita Banerjee


Ask me what the finger wrote and I would stop, startled
into visions of pages of white which I pencilled with numbers in blue

tracing streets in blackened rivers on an old map gathering dust
the paper yellowed by time, corners thumbed into shreds
turning as brittle as the parchment skin of your hands
that held mine and paused, so I could hear you smile.

there were no words back then, words were meaningless
just a gurgling stream that neither of us could cross
yet I think we heard each other quite clearly

as I prattled about my lives and you tried to shield my loss
your lips drying as you sputtered words you could not utter
hungrily grasping the glass of water only to have it shatter

as it fell from your shaking palms scattering under the bed
little shards of glass even now buried under the cupboard
where they rest, broken pieces once unbroken, held by hands
that held mine, that held me, that made me strong, that let me go
when it was time although time is never time enough
see how time tumbles through the rabbit hole

squeaking to a stop when you least expect it to, pooling
into my blood the first time I ever held your grandchild in my arms
wondering if that was your smile I saw, a fleeting image tugging at my soul
while time traipsed around the corner and the child turned into an adult
spreading wings that reach skywards into the direct light
of the sun you told me I could always reach

even though blackness would scatter my days and stumble

bleeding onto raging storms marked by thunder that trolled distant seas

night would never be night enough for even in every darkness I would see

the light of those who stand in the golden hour before dawn

and remember a whisper in a voice I barely would hear

“This world is yours now, shine on.”

Ipsita Banerjee

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