For someone like me to cry
During my nani’s cremation time—
Me– a person who doesn’t get attached
Is a new feeling to me as someone so detached.
This is why I avoid being attached to someone.
You spend a few moments and they take a part of us
When they leave the world with them
Dressed up and decorated as a new person.
I don’t know if this time, it’s better than before
That I got to spend good moments with her more
Than any of my grandparents ever through our encounters.
At least, we have some good moments captured together.
I don’t like this part of me to crack open
From the hard shell I keep myself safe in.
I know that it’s important to feel our emotions
But being detached sometimes looks like a good option.