By Anahita Ebrahimi
I remember the raindrops trickling
Down your sunburnt cheeks
Your arms wrapped around me for a second too long
High hopes and consciences wavering
Words of encouragement
From you and the man with the polished boots
My fear hushed by your blind kisses
Yet I chose not to cherish those moments
Because cherishing and goodbyes come hand in hand
As I lay here
A melody of memories dances around the pain
Your hands in mine
Purple blooms of jacaranda dancing at our feet
The sweet summer air singing us to sleep no more
Blind faith and the glazing of greed to thank for
And as the angels lead the way I know my paradise is what our life was
