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    I tried remembering you today but somewhere down the reminisce, I lost track of your facial creases and the shape of your nose. Your hair came perfect along with your mouth. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t make a curve. I couldn’t give you a smile to that mouth - even in my head.

    There’s a storm outside today, and a man outside is stuck in his car – calling someone, time and again. He is too close to my window and he is shouting. It’s his son’s birthday. Let him be. I am busy remembering you.

    Tonight, when the storm ends finally, I’ll probably want your hands on my head again – Like the time you did when I was awake till 4. It put me to sleep.

    I live with utmost freedom – in a room where I keep my clothes on my bed and food on the floor. There’s loud music all the time. I bring some girls home at night from the pub - I am glad you are not here. I smoke and tap the ashes wherever I like.

    I want you to yell at me still.

    Mom sends your pictures sometimes.
    She thinks I will forget you
    And I shouldn’t forget my father.
    Sometimes, I think she is right to worry.

    These days, I am at a loss that I don’t recall your voice anymore. I try imitating with a fake baritone but it never matches the frequency right. Maybe your voice would have changed by now, I convince myself. Maybe when I grow older, I will develop the baritone like you.
    Maybe they should have had gramophones, and mom should have sent it to me along with your pictures.

    The storm isn’t stopping. I am going to let the man stay here for the night. Now don’t yell at me for trusting strangers. I am going to record his voice on that phone of his and gift it to his son.

    I believe he will have just the right words, like you always did.
    Like every father does.

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    Remembering You

    I tried remembering you today
    but somewhere down the reminise,
    I lost track of your facial creases
    and the shape of your nose.
    Your hair came perfect along with your mouth.
    But no matter how hard I tried
    I couldn’t make a curve.
    I couldn’t give you a smile to that mouth - even in my head.


    ©saahilwho