Grief

By Hamza Azhar

I seek refuge from the grief of your memory,
But Grief replies,
‘Hear me and rejoice.’

I run from the longing 
To erase your name, 
But it holds me all the same.

Hence, I write a poem to send you.
But by self-inflicted fate,
I am a hundred and seven days too late.

You will receive my poem when I am far away.
And I will think to myself,
Somewhere in the heatstroke of summer,
Amidst the crowds of people you know,
You must remember me.
Somewhere along the lonely nights,
Amidst the memories you wish to relive,
You must be taking my name.

Hamza Azhar is a student of Public Administration, and an aspiring poet who writes on themes of grief, friendship, betrayal and unidentified longing. Find him on Instagram @_hamza.azhar

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