The news of death never bring me to tears
They stay undressed, waiting to be redeemed.
There’s something about the fragility
Of life: once so vibrant and once so depressing.
As if the rhythms of the evenings falling with the sun
And the tilt of the leaves falling from the trees
Are in constant need to be agreed
Upon.
In the heat of discussion under the blazing sun
Death took the moments that we shared together.
But I have vivid memories and cared not about the change of affairs
Only when the missed potentiality of meeting you again
Occurred to me
setting sail in my heart: I will never see you again
I miss your beaming smile and the air of relief you carry around you.
AICHA BINT YUSIF 