My friend,
when I get old…
If, I have the privilege
to get old
I would like to meet you.
On a Sunday morning
in the cobbled streets
of Prizren,
or, at the cafeteria
in front of the mosque,
I would like to meet you!
And I would love
for you to say to me,
“Hi there, old friend,
how have you been?”
Even if my memory betrays me
and I forget
who you have been;
Even if I’m lost
in that vague space
of my empty mind;
I would love,
for you to stop me
and ask,
“Hi there, old friend…
How have you been?”