Photo credit: Karim MANJRA
You lay gasping for air, in the summer evening,
As I touch your cold feet, I climb the stairs fragile:
Just one more time alone, to read, to pray, hoping,
it was not true: A loud sound “She is gone!”
I thought you’d wait for me,
“Stayed with me!” words want to utter instead,
I heard you took one last breath aloud and I cry;
“Don’t leave me!” I want to uttered, face with truth,
As I command my soul to rise again,
Because “You have pass the test,”
Still, “I feel, I am nothing without you,
“As I lay still in my bed!”
Empress Journee
