To a lost light

I don´t want to write another poem for you: I want to write something to you.

You don´t know me and I never knew you, yet I miss you. It´s weird how one can long so badly what was never held: I would have loved to gaze at your eyes, dressed in innocent maturity; next to a valley of heat and dust, a gleam of oblivious hope. Now that I know I will never know, I wish to hear your voice and mine colliding, our hands bonding, our souls tiding. Ever since that day, I try to remain silent, hoping to hear your childish laughter, tickling my ears in oriental winds.

Damned those beasts who diminished our meeting: a dream that was born the day you were gone. Damned they who swallowed your light and puked a sea of mourners. Here I am: a simple drop: not from the same waters, yet not less blue.

Why isn´t the world calling your name? Why are you not answering? Why are we not moving?

My legs are not broken, but how can I, march when my heart is frozen?

I´m not drugged, but I´m doped with numbness.

My body was not raped, but my peace was violated by loathing.

All I have now are motionless rage and tears.

All I need is to lick this bitter present and shake away the paralysis. Please help me, help us, my beloved stranger: let your eyes sparkle through the pictures and ignite us, slaves of our own dark temples. Pinch our palms with your thorns: we need to know we still feel, that this is real, that you were real and somehow still are.

Rest in peace Asifa.

YSFP