Her line said <br />'I am 43 too' <br />the smile flickered on my lips <br />they had waited for a long time. <br /> <br />her poems <br />echoed my thoughts <br />shared experiences <br />across 7,000 miles? <br /> <br />Sitting under the summer sky <br />the stars dropping <br />I wondered <br />is pain the universal glue? <br /> <br />Has she felt <br />a ghost in her own body, <br />been haunted <br />by her own eyes? <br /> <br />Have tears streamed down her cheeks <br />their hot path <br />a fervent prayer, <br />silently quenched? <br /> <br />Has a melody <br />made her bereft <br />each note a memory, <br />a nail in the soul? <br /> <br />Has her skin felt <br />parched <br />awaiting <br />the khamseen of love? <br /> <br />Have her days too <br />mingled with nights, <br />a continuum <br />of alone-ness? <br /> <br />Has she rubbed <br />her hands against a coarse wall <br />reminding herself <br />that she still breathes? <br /> <br />Has she <br />like me <br />lived an eon in a moment, <br />a second in a year? <br /> <br />Is she. <br />me. <br />us. <br />glued by pain?<br /><br />Memories And Hope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-was-43/
