The Old Companion

By Asiya S

Living by the sea is a delight

Gushing through the gusts of

Those insolent relatives

Who complain of

Everything being Salty here

How could I not remember

It is now more than a decade

Of us being in this odour of

Reminiscence, Ahh it’s a faded

Memory, we always in disputes

The waves aren’t the same, the

Sand doesn’t hold a third print,

The wind and even the clouds,

They don’t smile anymore like

The ones you found the other day

I did not mourn at your funeral,

Cause your death gave me a

Different you, a refuge

The chair still muffles and

Iam even so lone.

By Asiya S