Imagine living with someone for more than 50 years and being in love with him/her every single day. Suddenly everything seems like a dream. All love was just a movie ending in front of your eyes.
Sitting lonely
I stare at the wall
and see your frozen smile
that once felt
close and warm
My head belches out
the days
you were more than
a mounted memory.
It tastes the sweetness glued
to our lips
over the morning teas,
our long walks
from Baghdad’s musical Souqs
to the buzzing city’s sunsets,
our giddy twilights
which made our hearts float
from the oriental roof-tops
to the bottomless dark nights.
Our laughter and
silly games with friends
til it was too hard
to be adults again.
Our eager ears
to hear the steps of our kids
when they creep upstairs.
I stare at your attached smile,
all the tastes absorb slowly
into the distance
between us. Sarwa March 2016
Just Words: Echoes of Kurdish Women 