Poetry (2015-2017)

Absence.

The painful realisation of an animated existence that is no more.
Searching through a home, finding nothing fresh in the drawers.
The silence of a room that once echoed with funky rhythmic sounds.
No signs of conversation or raw instrumentals that used to drown.

Empty halls that contained the steps of a cane and a pair of heels.
Stand still and silent as the walls are covered with framed memories.
A place that thrived with workers are no longer seen in the distance.
No rush to meet deadlines as there is no boss that needs assistance.

The stage is dead and the music simmers as the spotlights fade.
Audience members cry as there is no sight of the King of shade.
Candles are lit in a vigil outside the park, the hopeful fans prayed.
Purple Rain falls upon them with comfort as they feel betrayed.

Tributes pour in as the process of absence settles inside the news.
Life goes on as it lays back in the uncomfortable bed of your mind.
Gentle reminders become a stab in the heart within your conscious.
The absence of the man behind the cloud guitar is forever haunted.
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So for those of you who didn't watch the BET Awards last night. They were multiple tributes to Prince but the one that really hit the spot of perfection was Sheila E's. It ended the show and all that stood were his girls and in front of them was a single blue cloud guitar.

Like most of us, the absence of him was present to our minds in that very moment.

That image has sort of stayed with me since then and so I had to wrote this poem to get it out. Because it hurts, it makes me upset and I don't wish to think about it anymore. The realisation of him being gone. It ain't easy.

So yeah, a second poem about Prince. I hope I don't have to write another one.

Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.