If you see her tell her I love her still

The rain washed her away

Though it was my own fault

If you see her tell her I miss her still

Death couldn’t split us apart

The nights were ours

The nights are ours

Though I had to till the earth

Though I had to set her free

From the box that held her body

So cold I had to hold her

To make her warm

Then the rain

Tore us apart

Once again

But that one’s on me

The ground was soft it didn’t take much

For her to slip away so

If you see her corpse tell her I love her still

If you see her corpse tell her I miss her still

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Sameen Shakya’s poems have been published in Alternate Route, BOMBFIRE, Havik, WINK, and Teach Write, to name a few. Born and raised in Kathmandu, Nepal, he moved to the USA in 2015 to pursue writing. He earned an Undergraduate Degree in Creative Writing from St Cloud State University and traveled the country for a couple of years to gain a more informal education. He returned to Kathmandu in 2022 and is currently based there.