(Dedicated to Hassan, my last drop of tear)
If you read text like you sip wine- first with your eyes,
and then, the heart
You’re bound to be intoxicated by the written word.
But in that moment’s worth of peace-
whilst he who’s died a thousand deaths
dies another and this, his last
Consider it a privilege- that of having known life.
And to have it known in the words of those who’ve lived— not enough.
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
(Dedicated to Hassan, my last drop of tear)
If you read text like you sip wine- first with your eyes,
and then, the heart
You’re bound to be intoxicated by the written word.
But in that moment’s worth of peace-
whilst he who’s died a thousand deaths
dies another and this, his last
Consider it a privilege- that of having known life.
And to have it known in the words of those who’ve lived— not enough.