my dearest biji

lids closed
the memory of your touch lingers
bright smile from muted lips
i blew out candles
twenty
as you watched restricted
i never asked
the question you wouldn’t have
been able to answer
when you reached out
wrapping weathered frail fingers
around my wrist
i knew
fast forward five
and i wonder if the jalebis up there
are to your liking?

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