If I don’t see a tomorrow

Tell me now.

If daybreak’s golden gleam doesn’t meet my

Mossy green-


Tell me now.


I’d write it in my will

But you know the drill

I’d already be well acquainted

With these

Bugs and beetles

Seven feet beneath 

You very feet

You see,

I can’t see the tears in your eyes during that elegy

Lifetime apology

Sure you’re sorry


I wish you’d tell me now



I can’t reach your hand and hold it

Grab my-

Shabby, back alley

Sewing kit

And stitch up the heart

You tore apart

All for me

Sunrises aren’t the same

You’d say

Then join the line and pray

Send me,

Far, far away

Tell me now

So I can reply

Like every angel needs its wings to fly

Every sunrise has its sunset

Every life its-


While living I may have wished

For the success I – 

Almost kissed

The chances I –

May have missed

But my only request

Tell me now

Before I am forever,

At rest

Ammarah Siddiqui

Header image courtesy of Third Eye Traveller