90 days

90 days since they rained your body with bullets attempting to kill your soul. but they never did. 9 bullets and yet you’re still very much alive. alive in your students smiles, alive in the way love provides warmth the way a sun never could, alive in the way fertilizer helps grass grow. I see you everywhere. at dawn, at dusk, at the mere mention of home. home. 90 days is how long my mind hasn’t allowed me to sleep awaiting you to visit me in my dreams.  knowing your heart doesn’t beat anymore. can you hear me 6 ft under? the grief never ends. visit us in our dreams is all we ask. fly high Omid