Can I live without his memory?
I don’t know. He is in.
That’s what matter!
Ten years?
One-hundred-twenty months?
Five-hundred-twenty weeks?
Three thousand, six-hundred-fifty days?
Wasn’t that enough time loving him?
I don’t know.
I just know that he is still in.
During my day.
During my nights.
In my dreams.
That’s what matter!
Could I love someone else?
I could try. Perhaps.
I don’t know!
I love him!
That’s what matter!
(2013, From my poetry collection “Surreal”)
Roziet Garruse 