It’s just me and
dinner with the ghosts tonight.
Sahil’s asleep, Sapana and Layli out
getting a milkshake.

The demons and I sit,
watching flowers rock in the breeze
outside the kitchen window.
We’ve been together for so many years.
It’s nice to have
this quiet moment together.

It’s funny how pain is a gift.
Funny in a cruel, divine way
that, in the end, opens up the heart.

Soon it will be time to wash the dishes.
So we take these last few quiet moments
to say a prayer of thanksgiving.

The sunlight in the trees above
is especially beautiful.

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