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Sep 11
(for huda)
you don't care to remember yesterday--
even if you were the one who took the
    wrong way--

just to say you're "sorry," and make your
    peace,
for we'd then get-off on a new plate with
    some ease;

where's your conscience? aren't you for a
    minute sane?
you used shout at me with all your false
     complaint--

never caring to listen, too often baking
   my heart so sore,
till you at last broke our bond, and more!

--ah, how patient and quiet i bore your
   abuse,
for you then we're set to wreck money,
   and  without excuse--

determined as i then was, wanting to
   keep us together
as a family, soon to be a father and a
   mother;

there you're with false tears, and false
    argument all the same;
humbled,  i ignored who's right and who
   not, taking all the blame,

you didn't care to listen but ran away
    with your  "cousins" in team,
and i was left bitter alone, just to moan
    and  ponder over broken dream:

and tonight you come, seven years to this
   day,
imploring with  pleas of love, not to delay

a love, a you gone years ago: if i accept
you now anyway, how wouldn't i be down
   again swept?

              
                         -by Hakim H. Kassim.
                         (September 11, 2024)
Hakim Kassim
Written by
Hakim Kassim  M/Jigjiga, Ethiopia
(M/Jigjiga, Ethiopia)   
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