Edmond

Edmond, when the water swallowed the earth, you were there
You swam when the water was chasing your death
The wind pulled trees like strands of thick hair
The cars were flying.. the trees were swaying
No lock could stop for a thief like this
whose hands were huge enough to push walls
to steal lives, to take everything, to toss trucks like small pieces
to slice trunks, to slice bodies, to open homes, to kill infants
You tried to hide your children and wife from a foe never known
They were safe. You thought so…
Then you heard cries from your neighbors drowning screaming for help
The storm might have taken your sight but it never let your ears fall deaf.
You went out and made yourself a prey to the sea
You gave them second life but the sea did not give up on you
You came back to the place you kept your family
You saw your children, saw them with so much love
they replied you innocence because there, you could not find–
your wife

She was nowhere
The wind could have hit her very hard with a roof, with fragments
of things we never thought would be known for their parts but by the piece
they built
The water could have pushed her down and she sank with mud and debris
or the water could have brought her back to the sea
“Where is she?”
“Where else can I find her?”
You asked these questions a thousand times.
Maybe she fled to another island
Maybe she lost her mind, lost her way back
You were searching on coastlines that were far from home.
You smelled stench of death like a woman’s aroma
Finding her in black body bags, unmasking bloated faces
But none resembled her. No corpse would ever look like her.
You saw your children, saw them with so much pain
that you did not return home with their mother
Tears would fall and hoped tears would travel from your face to the sea
and maybe water would reach her
You punished yourself for saving others
when your wife was the sacrifice for the lives of others.

edmondMaybe she is there
but not a woman whose eyes smile
when you tell her you love her
she may not have arms to wrap you.
Or she may not have a hand to hold a ladle
Maybe she is the first green leaf that grew after typhoon
Maybe she is the rainfall crying with you
Maybe she is the cold wind surrounding you at night
when all your thoughts dwell on her
Maybe she is the rainbow
that you try to seek its end but you cannot find.
Maybe she is not underneath a ship
but she lies beneath the skies
Maybe she is the firework
what ashes made her
Maybe she never left you.
You never left her.

Maybe she lives with you

You choose to let her live

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