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.