Fare thee well

Reenjap

it is beautiful, what I told you about
the way the words sit on the page,
it is as effortless as the notes
you strike with your fingers on the molo.
the blood you held on to in the mud house
is broken and watered, children don’t know fathers again.
I wish your pick could trace their hearts
and repeat the long and humane journey we started before.
I think I have given up on this roof
let the rain just break the bonds.
hearts like yours are difficult to breathe with.
as you are missed greatly,
don’t forget my name, I will always remember you.
I still love you even in your absence, leaving or death.

Ruddapoet