Dear uncle,

You came across my mind,

Knocking on the door of memory,

I don’t know why you want to remind,

Me of what has passed away.

As you come into our minds,

The air feels heavy to breathe,

And the darkness surrounds like a sheath,

The ribs of each,

One of us.

The questions begin to be asked:

Why did you leave us so fast?

Couldn’t you have stayed for a while with us?

Even if no, but why the rush?

Why did you choose to be a wish?

Many moments are burning,

In front of our eyes.

And it’s hard when you can’t,

Pick them up from the ashes.

When you can’t let them rise.

Some questions can’t be asked:

Why didn’t these moments last?

Were we the ones who failed,

To hold them in place, to hold them tight?

Or was it they who chose to set sail?

So many memories should have been kept,

If I had known they would not last,

I would have tried to keep them preserved,

Somewhere in the depths of our hearts,

Where no scar could have them unlocked.

Dear uncle,

I hope you are fine somehow,

Living in a better place by now,

I hope these messages have found their way,

I hope they found their way to you,

I wish I could have told them to you..

I hope they are not faded into the unknown,

But instead, have been read by you…