Fatima Tuj Zohra

‘I am really sorry for your loss’,
is what starts the day,
and it continues steadily
like the peeking sun’s rays.

I don’t speak-
can’t formulate a response,
so, I keep staring out the windows,
for what feels like eons.

‘I am really sorry for your loss’,
I hear yet once again,
‘you’re in a better place’ – follows soon,
cause that will apparently subdue my pain.

the birds outside look ecstatic
freely playing amongst the clouds.
‘you must now also be up there’,
I accidentally wonder aloud.

‘I am really sorry for your loss’ –
HAS to be from a manual!
but are there really no other words,
apart from the usual?