She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

Allah loans you a most beautiful gift,
Your Soul
Pure and untarnished.
And he would wants it back in the same condition,
Don't dye it with the colours of your negative thoughts and deeds.
15/2/2021

Would it matter,
if I told you,
         I still love you,
         I still need you,

I still look for you -----
         even as the shadows
                    climb the hills
and the new moon
                    hears the howls
                    of distant dogs
somewhere down this
             lonely Kansas road,
where the wind blows songs
        through the green pine
and the memories of you
                    still haven't left
                                my mind.

No, it would't matter one
               bit ,not in the least.

That's just the way it is.
                                                             ­                 Jon York   2021

Her hands looks so very old
Veins protruded like sandhills on a desert.
Her dry cracked skin resembled parched clay.
Fingers with nails that barely covered their tips
Dangled from those very hands.
It was obvious this poor soul had lived a harsh and stressful life.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
I think the Hands are the Map to get there.

It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you

the record spins
playing its gentle crackle
reflecting the light of the warm afternoon sun
oh how it glistens.
it soothes me.