Photo credit: Lea Khreiss
“i thought I heard him say:
In silence—do you?”
I want to say!
I stand looking at his perplex face,
my mind wish to tell him: where I’m at,
feel as if it was the worse of place;
I was frightened: at those unfamiliar faces,
when I was displace.
Your fingers did not find me,
to wipe the many droplet of tears.
Still, “I love you!”
I can hear whispers shout,
in my dream:“ it’s a big disgrace!”
to think that love save you from Help1 space;
“for heaven sake!”—my head scream,
that was mean!’ So it seems;
You—disappear,
In my time of need; still I love you,
I must not be ungrateful:
for I was given grace!
Empress Journee
