Letter to My Stray Pie



This poem isn’t so nice–
Writing it aches
Yet not writing it devastates
Creating in my soul
The aftermath scene
Of a nuclear war.

Between now
And the day you discover
This aching yet vital poem
Lies a plug of darkness.
In between
Lies some days
Whose number is a mystery.

Those days of darkness
Painted with my absence,
I have been weaving wonders
On this canvas where we’ll meet
In a day I know not.

As I pen this poem,
You’re a six-year-old
Young man brilliant like Sirius.
And I’ve so far existed
Three decades plus one.
As I pen this,
I feel sticky,
Wanting to unbutton my shirt
Before peeling it off my skin.

I feel wild
With my soul nesting
A sea so turbulent
With wavy waters.
I’m holding on
To the back of these waves
And riding them like a horse.

My dear lost pie
All I can do
Is think about you
Hoping that you think back
About me.
The gap between us
Keeps growing wider
Like Voyager
Piercing deeper
Away from the Solar System.
Signals of you
Still hit on my soul.
For now
All we have is telepathy
And nostalgia reigns my soul.

Memories of you
Are inscribed
Beneath my cranium
In indelible ink.
You were such a nice guy
Who’d keep an eye on the sky
To get off my clothes
 From the cloth line
Before rain puts them on.

I remember you
My stray pie,
Those days I tethered myself
To the realm of dreams
Through that mint-green couch.
As I met dawn
With my aching leg joints
Because of folding them all night
Like an umbrella
Inside its sheath,
You’d wake me up
With your soft innocent and loving voice
To accompany me
On this couch that wasn’t enough
Yet a football pitch
For me and you.

You’re my ruble
Which fell among cacti.
You’re in the confines of my soul
Yet so distant from me.
I’ve learnt from my angels
That you’ve been anorexic.
Please stay calm
For my soul houses images of you.

When you grow bigger
Befriend Google.
Learn about the world
And its cultures.
Proceed from where we left
About English and astronomy.
And if you can,
Know about programming,
French, quantum mechanics,
Poetry and philosophy.
You’re an Aries–
An inextinguishable inferno
Capable of all this.

I hope that one day
That I know not
You will discover this poem.
I hope that one undisclosed day
We will meet
In the pages of Sea-Crab Poetry.

© Sea-Crab Poetry.
(Voyager of Words)

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