DODGED BULLETS
A poem by Sahar Rana
The longer I sit here
The more the disks between my spine squeeze
Towel damps the blanket
I hear her footsteps
She doesn't rest
I wish her good morning
And talk about how someone passed
Red eyes and tears
She says it's been a hard year
She wondered if his daughter got to see his last day
Before the front wheel hit the earth
Same way that nani left when mom was flying
Same place but worlds apart
What am I supposed to do with this love
If it can't reach you
I kiss the dirt
Close my eyes, I see you
Meet me in the middle
Time passing so you lose presence
I think of my own present
If it’s meant to be, why regret it?
Why do you cry over dodged bullets?
Why do you say that won't ever be me?
Treat me like a child
I'm still stuck on the road
Pray and lift the pen
Teach me how to dream again