It was a little country in the North
For the both of us
I still remember us children screaming
As we ran across the wheat fields
Feeling invincible

In this one spot, green grass once sprouted
Sand, now, runs instead
No more solitary sticks and stone of my childhood
The tailored sky once reminded me of what was life like

Now, that same fabric of memory circles in my mind, slowly
Like a stream evicted from dry land
Almost, similar to a friend recounting her pain
Knowing she would never see the place restored, again
The books that had Rumi, know only the loss of love