When the first rains of monsoons
Stir up the sand this year
I will smile, and remember you.
Do you smile now
When you see the plantain and jack fruit
You planted, shining under the blue grey sky?
You were a man of love.
I almost forgot how rare
Kindness is in this world,
How easily boys can break hearts,
When you smiled.
The land is dry now
A month later, the rains will arrive,
And I will be home.
A home without you.