Basman Derawi | 24-09-2017
At night, an aching absence awakens me.
That burning won’t leave me alone.
I hear you were a lovely man,
kind, brave and generous—
like a hero in a novel.
I try to smell the ink
of your writing on an old letter.
I touch your photo,
then brush away a tear
with my shirt tail,
so it won’t ruin your face.
I look in the mirror
and see traces of you:
the same small, dark eyes,
the round face, the broad smile.
It burns that I never knew
the smell of your warm skin.
It burns that I never called you “Dad.”
I missed the warmth of your hand
gripping mine on my walk to school,
and your proud smile on graduation day.
Life is a hard journey.
Obstacles lie across the road
when your hand and smile
are not with me.
I try to kill my pain with sleep,
but that burning awakens me again
Posted: September 24, 2017
Mentor: Kevin Hadduck