Part 2: Our love at Last Sight

Dana Zeghib

by Dana Zeghib

Story

Who can handle the lost sight of their daughters and sons?

Why is death pulling us towards its tide?

Is this the consequence of where we come from?


My rose, it is not your fault

They are a dark curse that’s in the way of our bright backgrounds/futures

We are slowly transcending into their silhouettes 


Hoping for matters to change feels like journeying towards a mirage 

When will the desert end?


My rose, you are the light at the end of my tunnel

You are the ocean wave that polishes my pebbles

If I do not return,

Do not let our daughters be filled with concerns


I fear I won’t live to see their weddings and achievements 

But my presence will be marked even without an invitation

For my soul will always be with you

No matter when my death is due


My rose, even in my last moments,

Before I find solace in my final rest,

Our memories hover at the edge of my remembrance

The mere thought of you defies death’s breath


And if we’re but numbers in the world’s cold rhyme,

My rose, you’ll always be my number one, through space and time

© Dana Zeghib 2024-03-10

Genres
Novels & Stories, Anthologies
Moods
Dark, Emotional, Hopeful, Sad, Tense
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