The days run in a similar shade,
She is tracing the steps of yesterday
Another line added to her fragile hands,
You play with the words and convince her that its day one and there’s no aftermath
But you cannot erase the kiss of time gently pressed on her hands.
Her tongue sings a familiar question
“Where is my dear one?”
Her mind bounces back
Between reality and a tragic time
Until it collapse
A quick Reset
Her mind adjusts
Finding comfort in ignorance
You are home,
You are fine.
TEXT: ALAA PHOENIX