Sowmya Hiremat

What words can
Fill the silence left
Behind by she who
Spoke with it.
What verse can 
Compare to the
Soft solace of her
Deep presence?
Or the fact of her 
Wounding absence
What prose do I 
Weave for her who
Spoke to me
Without speaking..

Maybe that’s why 
I loose letters &
Fumble to say all
I want to say .. 
to her, about her,
For her. Words
Meant nothing to
Her. She moved 
In silence, into my 
Life & then out of
My life.. this life. 
Leaving me with
the gift of time
Filled with magic
Of her presence
In the moment &
The sound of her
Silence that sings 
To me the meaning 
as I walk this life.

So I will end
This poem now
In the memory
Of my J dot S.
I love you. 
I miss you. 
I cant wait to 
See you.