— Sham-e-Ali Nayeem

she’s gone again
ate the pomegranate seeds
now, it’s just you

what else to do
but howl a cold wind
with her name on it?

drop winter on everyone
all the trees bare
air’s frozen tendrils

creeping into lungs
and bones
will it ever stop?

counting every barren day
ruby seed by ruby seed
wandering the earth

torch in hand
ultraviolet flames in eyes
is anyone listening?

how can anything
possibly grow
when she is gone?

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