This is a fragment of author’s heartfelt letter to her late aunt after she passed away. Author has shared it in the form of a Letter-Poem and Spoken Word Poetry with Telloway. For more lively experience we recommend you to listen to her Spoken Word Poetry below.
It’s like that quote
From that stupid romance drama
One day, I just elude myself into living
As if you were still here
And you’re just miles away, sitting on your back porch
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to reach there
And see for myself, the gone-ness
Probably why my friend can’t make herself go to the Paisley Park
She can’t deal with it either
I stupidly told her that place feels like a crime scene, how still it is
Like I broke in, and was goanna rob the place
Like I wasn’t supposed to be there
Like an overwhelming feel of death
And then just ashes, sitting in the middle of the room
Everything left, even with the dust in place
As it had been, before said death occurred, notes lying out
It made me sick you know
How death was capitalized there
Like someone’s personal life was just another attraction, a profit
Could I care less about this man’s routine?
No! And I still heard about it anyway
Where he sat, where he ate, where he conducted business, all just crap
It’s probably why I could hardly walk into my old house I’d been kicked out of
I hardly did, maybe three times since before it sold
It was too much, how my life there had been taken from me
All my dolls, random toys I’d concocted ridiculous imagined adventures with
My swing set I’d spin around for hours
It had the same feel as a haunted house, or an abandoned city
Life that had been there, but ripped away so suddenly, it still lingered from the shock
My therapist talks about being able to take energy from people, places
I guess you can say I do too
When to welcome it, when to avoid it
I seem to choose to avoid it
scarlettroses | Minnesota, USA
Great one, one can feel the emotion in every word specially when listening