To the Yellows he bloomed!

Coco taught me rhythm & balance through this pain where none could. Lately when lupus flare left me breathless, Atul would press the point upon my scalp so as to help it ease. Coco would always know & that Love Alone truly Transformed mine & Atuls life from within

I’ve pressed some flowers of his yellows through my winters night, Alas I’ve laid tears bejewelled upon the horizon sky, between breaths pressed some mustards to help me breathe as tungsten lamp of yellow glows like some vangoghs painting. Oh how subjective is Pain, how it leaves parched one’s skin, how it holds the loss in silent crevices

I keep him somewhere deep within. Even though you think you’ve known Coco, yet to you his presence is a distant dream. In a small house he & I dwelled. His whispers of love & my laughters still lay buried in the walls & upon our bed where as Peace he slept. We lived as friends as companions as mother & child thru a journey where nights of pain slumbered & made our tears sigh, I’ve pressed some flowers of his yellows between my breaths & now in that very same house I stand still, while the world moves around unknowing of the love we held. Yes to you, he’ll always be a distant dream & even if you’ve read about his love, Youvd not yet tasted the warmth of crushed yellow seeds. Grateful am I, that in his passing, something died in me, Yet even in that he showed me how to Truly live my life for him.

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©️Meghna/2023