I remembered you today
And that was ugly and sad
I was carrying a small amount of money
I bought with it some flowers from street children
Because it’s the cheapest in this cruel city
I went to the place we last said goodbye
And put the flowers there
I stood as if before a small grave
Wide enough for our feet
And for our embrace in front of the door
When you said, imitating my naïve accent:
“It really does seem you fell in love with me.”
You’re the kind of man who doesn’t believe love
But does it with others anyway
-Manahel Al-Sahwi
A Syrian poet