Dear Agha,
You left me 40 days ago
I haven’t mourned yet
What is that anyway?
You loved to walk and that’s what I’m doing
Walking in the simmering sun, oblivious to the heat
Walking during the black night, oblivious to the moon
Walking against the wind, trying to breathe
Feeling that dream
That dream in which you scream
But only silence ensues
You walked in search of familiarity,
I walk wishing for the unfamiliar
In search of strangers I can forget
Street names that fade
Memories I can erase
Instead, I see a pomegranate tree
The neighbor’s boy flashing his toddler teeth
The park where your grandchildren play
I see you with your arms folded across your back
Your feet parted like a duck
You let out that famous laugh
And you disappear
But I remain walking
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