grave of the living
today, i lit a candle on my grandfather’s grave.
beside his was my cousin’s. he was twenty when brain cancer took him. i lit another one for him.
i moved to another grave, it was a friend, a housemate. she passed away, the sea took her exactly a year ago tomorrow. she was twenty-one.
the silence of their graves reminds me of the noise of my life.
(written some months ago, saved in my decrepit mobile for the longest time and needs to be shared)
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