the last question

“Pain demands to be felt”, you say.

Can profound thoughts be experienced?


I can’t sleep 

without listening to Beethoven

one of my habits.


I cry over fictional characters

I can find solace in books.


I can think of hundred things 

we can share

grief is one.


I have eternal questions

that haunt me

but I don’t necessarily

have to know the answers.

Like Sisyphus I’m content

to push the rock to the summit 

and repeat the process 

after the rock falls down again.


But then I think for a moment

what if the” last good kiss I had 

was years ago?”


note: I’m currently reading The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. The lines “pain demands to be felt” and “last good kiss” are taken from The Fault In Our Stars.


Books I finished reading: Tinkers by Paul Harding and Levels of Life by Julian Barnes. One of the essays Barnes wrote is on Grief, its phases and faces.