I hear music.
And when I hear music, I remember you.
Mother!
And I look into your face, your hands, and weep.
And when I weep, I weep darkness.
I would like to be alone.
Feel like a child, need only my mother.
I would like to call her and see her and weep.
And on those days I find nobody who wants to be with me.
2018 | Simon Darwish | Syria