How to Live


I remember that afternoon
like it was yesterday
the way your breathless body
lay under the white sheet.


Rushing from those stark halls
only to walk in on
the sorrowful cries of my relatives,
the memory stays suspended in my mind.


Since that day I thought
our relationships would change,
but nothing has.


I wish everything was different.

If only, this was a wake-up call
for us to become closer as my family.


But everyone else pretends like
that day never happened,
and I wonder if they've
forgotten you altogether.


I wish death would do what
it was intended to:
show us how to live.

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