The Dictionary 

 

There must be a word

for missing someone,

without having them back.

 

A word for forgiving,

without forgetting.

 

A word for the silence

that remains,

when an apology;

arrives too late.

 

I searched,

every dictionary I owned;

none have it.

 

So I wrote,

something, my own.

The Shadows She Kept 

 

She had a strange habit,

of collecting shadows;

instead of photographs.

 

Her grandmother,

disappeared in her room.

Her sister,

stood beside her.

 

Her own,

streched across the courtyard;

at dusk.

 

She kept them,

secretly in an old matchbox.

 

Years went,

everyone left.

 

One evening she opened,

the shadows remained.

 

And for a moment,

so did she-

became young enough,

to remember them.

When the Moon was Forgotten 

 

One morning,

the moon was gone.

 

No one panicked.

The newspapers,

found other things to print.

 

The tea stall opened,

at its usual hour.

 

Children went to school,

and men to their offices.

 

By night,

everyone returned.

And asked nothing,

when they had their bills unpaid.

 

Only an old woman,

stood outside my home.

 

Holding a candle,

she smiled.

I asked her

what she’s waiting for,

she said nothing.

 

And then I woke up,

my grandmother came to my dream.