I remember those evening walks,
like they were yesterday.
You talked about
anything and everything.
My words were quiet,
my anxiety louder.
And after dealing with
that bullied and lonely girl.
The day, like a drab and dull canvas
devoid of the colors of joy.
But under the setting sun,
the tropical breeze,
and the sound of the evening Azan
As the sky lost its color
My life, came to life.
So I would put away the knife
farther away from my wrist
and ask myself to last a little longer
for this,
this smell of freedom
and the happiness that we cooked
out of your oblivious words
and my life’s miserybook.
and we would weave a pretty tale,
out of the fragments of your imagination
and my need to escape.
And you would set me free
with irony of your jokes
and your airy laughter,
I would dissolve in the moment
Impervious of what came after.
And as we walked on,
one step after the other,
I would listen to your voice
and brave on further.
Because in that blend
of evening air and “almost there”
Happiness was free,
And so were you and me.
March 10, 2018 at 5:37 am
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March 10, 2018 at 7:15 am
Thanks cher!
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