Absent

By Izzah Husna

I wasn’t there at your funeral,

I was in my head. So I couldn’t

Remember the path to your grave or

Who carried you there or

How they lowered you to the ground.

I wasn’t there so I couldn’t recall

What petals we scattered or how many

Or what colours they were.

I don’t know who held me, if there was–

Someone that told me they were sorry

For my loss. I didn’t hear or feel them.

You see, I wasn’t at your funeral

I was in my head

And you are there too,

Talking, smiling, breathing and

Living, still.