everytime I sat down to write
I buried a part of me
I wanted to write about the flowers
write about the sunset
write about the love of my life
and how I was loved .
but I guess I had no enough experience
enough experience on the topics above
the only one I knew was pain
grief was always written all over
all over my face .

I don't remember how many times
how many times I attended my funeral
I had imagined all the people I know
for my father ,I hope I'd be...