Supermarket Flowers – Ed Sheeran
april nightmare.
Shocked. Sobbing out-of-breath. I couldn’t help but drink my own tears as I held her run-down, muddied broken, muted cold, 20 years young body with these hands. I remember trying my best to keep her away from the blood-stained hospital floor on that crowded evening, with hopes of a miracle, hoping that she’d still somehow wake up.
I reckon a screaming silent cry for help breaking through her beautifully folded eyes.
The eyes once alive, happy and smiling. Eyes, for as much as I remember, once full of hope, dreams, unbound love, true respect, and kindness, and empathy; now closed, dry — now teary with earth and dirt
— now shut forever.
Just like me, scared she — she must have wished her house, its walls are strong enough.
Just like me, afraid she, she must have prayed that all of it ended soon and her family is safe to see another day.
Like me, hopeful she, she must have begged for a second chance, for the first time.
Luck or misfortune, only I made it through, she didn’t.
How can I ever forget as I bid her my last good-bye off in ashes out of her own skin, and bones, and all the dreams she must have had — on that scary, weary long night.
Things haven’t been the same for me from that moment onwards. And I am certain it never will be.
But, of all, she taught me three important lessons.
How fragile life is? How beautiful love is ? And what’s the real lost?
The mob in the crematory burnt many stories that day. Many many wonderful stories.
How are you living your end of the story?
april earthquake.
You will forever remain in my heart.
– ❤ in loving memories of Shalu and Maima ❤ –