Poetry : Someone Like You

Someone Like You - Izzati Rafiee

It was always when

the glimmer in my eyes caught 

a sight of random someone

who looked as nearly as you

that I'm again reminded

of the moments in vain.

Neither that I forget

Nor was it a mistake

But yet again, the memories seem to resurface

For every time I caught a sight of

someone like you.

It could probably be on the bus

On the bumpy way back to our home.

Or probably at the crossroads

In the ocean of people with loads.

It would be sometimes at the hallway

Of accidents and urgency,

on the seats with wheels

How I used to push you around

and you'd casually do the same.

That random someone, did reminded me of you.

It would probably the sunglasses 

- for the sun that had been blindly hurting your eyes.

Or maybe it's the checkered shirt

- for what you've been wearing for the rest of your life.

Or probably it's just the heavy lines on the face 

- for time that had been eating your age, for almost seven decades.

Buff before, you were then skinny,

For the chemicals and meds you've been taking

And over time your hair would fall,

which was once jet black; that in the end naturally bleached into a solid grey.

Those, were engraved in my mind

That I somehow really wish to disarm

Because every time I saw a random someone like you

I'm reminded of the one person

Who left the world

before I do.

i.r

20092019

4.45 pm

Poet's note:

I recently read the poem at an open mic session and I was beyond proud. The poem is rather dedicated to my father who passed away three years ago due to cancer.

The day this post was published was the day of his passing. It's been three years since he left, yet the poem actually summarizes how I've been feeling even after those long years.

Al-Fatihah to him, 

the man whom I look up the most.

Even until today.

I love you.