In a world full of moving souls
behind perspective eyes
I looked for you.

and it hit me:
Even when I was with you
I could not find you..
you NEVER let me FIND YOU.
In the end and tomorrow,
I will always look for you.
every time I see a resemblance
I am a dog looking for a ball with his ears up
having a little hope that it is YOU,

but no
no one is you.
no one will ever be what I looked for in you.

It's still cold outside,
so why are the birds singing
so joyfully and so loudly?

Still freezing out there,
so why are the flowers blooming?
I don’t understand.

The hope is still cursed,
so why am I writing this poem,
like it was my first?

There is a courtroom

at the I.C.J. Hague

Where decisions are

made but they’re vague

The judgements are sober

But for the one on October

Which leaves Gaza in a

famine state plague.

I want to lay with you
Late at night
And exchange loving words,
The moon and the stars
Our only witness

The first time he left,
It hurt her.

The second time he left,
It disappointed her.

The third time he left,
she expected it.

Now when people leave,
she anticipates it.