Leftovers

Morning greets us with
Upturned eyes. Or is it just me?
How long since the last shower? I ask
The sighs which cling on to me
In your stead, snaking around my 
Right leg. Strangely numb. Can
Air gain such weight 
Glutting on your conditioned absence? I try
But on the fridge hang souvenirs
Adamant not to crease the 
Day like my grandma’s quilt 
Grown comfortable with age. A
Bird crows. Or is it 
That dog again? The other 
Room splinters. You
Left me with a life.
 

Ahmad Saleh Abdullah, a former medical student, is currently an English major at the University of Dhaka. Reach him at asabdullah.ag@gmail.com.

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