last winter
mother had moved me
eyes towards the ceiling
full of tears
i came home
searching
in summer
but she had carried
her tears away
leaving me to stay
with a lonely father
accounts, papers, pics
bricks, cement, paint
a lot of noises, sounds
to negotiate with
memories and pain
also to accumulate
a lot of wisdom
with approaching winter
©arun jee, 12.11.20
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