your face reminded me of a sunny summer morning that I looked forward to waking to.
it gave me hope and assurance that the beauty in forever can only be found in sight of your face blossoming into heaven.

the sound of your voice calls to mind the sensation I first felt when you breathed life into me when you said my name.
my favourite melody to usher me into the day. I play you on repeat and overdose, something I’ve always been bound to overdo.

to this day I still crave the wonders of your hands doing rounds all around my back.
when you flashed yourself proudly and your black golden skin glowed across my bedsheets and your story was written in a blissful cursing cursive.

I recall I found God, it was graceful. it was the picture of your cheeks puffing up and your lips splitting into an alluring half moon, sensational.
I pray to him whenever I crave peace and your smile is actually that.

and all I want is to lay in bed every night of my days and read the book of your mind. I’d be honoured to unfold the many pages of your plans and be included within them.

I ask for permission to love you. to love you until you forgot what it feels like to be neglected. I want to love you so much that you’re filled with the same amount of joy you feel when you think of your grandmother.