it has almost been a week.
almost seven days without you.
almost seven days of not being able to call you and hear you say my name.
this afternoon i lay down on the floor. wrapped in a blanket and my tears, i went home.
the garden gate still squeaks on its hinges and i stumbled on that crack in the front path.
how many times have i tripped there?
there was rain-water in the metal drum where i used to play as a child, and tadpoles. how i loved the tadpoles. do you remember?
the light on the purple jacaranda tree was full of bees.
you would like that, and the front porch was freshly polished; red and shiny.
the old front door knew my face.
knew that i too, belong, and even though i did not want them to, all the memories that are now part of my bones, came out to play. tenderly, they touched my face and my tears, or was that you?
was that you.
and you were everywhere.
down the stone stairs into the kitchen, i walked and i saw bowls of hot pea soup and my fingers frozen from a night watching shows at the fringe.
do you remember how much i loved the arts festival?
how i would spend winter nights walking through the streets, eating the colour and the sounds and the sights.
only to return to you.
and in the back garden, the lemon tree stood there. wondering where you are.
and i said, she is here, and she is not.
and my heart does not know what to do.
can i just sit here for a little bit longer?
here, by the kitchen window where the late afternoon light likes to sneak in.
this has always been my favourite spot.
here, with you, drinking warm cups of tea, i could see forever.
and every hurt was wrapped in kitchen-love.
and it was all that i ever needed.
this rich, never-ending love.
and you are here, but you are not.
how can this be.
— going home.
© Liezel Graham 2019.
This afternoon, after a quiet, but tearful half-an-hour of meditation, I took a walk.
And somewhere between here, and not, I walked down my Ouma’s garden path and found her old house full of her and me and other lovely things that I have stored in my bones.
And it was good.