You Were Beautiful Then.
Reflections on grief.
In that moment,
I watched the rain crash down and caress tarmac
leaving musky remnants of clouds and
You were beautiful then.
Draped off the edge of the curb, drenched,
I was astounded.
This love was ever so young and
You were beautiful then.
Now, in time, I look back
to find a stillness in regret
but what lingers is that day and
You were beautiful then.
And you're beautiful now.
Buried between flowers and earth
where the roots arc over bone
and vines climb imaginary tombs
And you’re beautiful now.
Silent in your prose
as sepulchral dreams
repeat themselves over and over.
And you’re beautiful now.
Gone and gone, forever gone.
As you’ll always be,
beautiful now.
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She leaves the milk out— a quiet act of defiance, perhaps, a sign she finally listened after all these years, after all those mornings of soured cornflakes, curdled tea, plastic lids congealed with regret. She leaves the lights on— a glow beneath the door, a beacon in the hallway, as if to say, I am still here. I used to sigh, switch them off, call it …
Full body goosebumps. This is a testament to life , to love, and to the eternal. Thank you for feeling so deeply Allum🙏🏻
Man. All the feels. Beautiful