Doomed (For Arthur) Poem by Aram Stefanian

Never thought that our love would be doomed
Electrocuted, like our handshake once used to be
Never before in my former life I assumed
You to be the man of my reverie

I still remember the scent of the mint
Growing so wild, and how we picked it up
And our pictures which we couldn't print
When suddenly happiness came to a stop

Can we turn into those slightest grains of cosmic dust?
I still miss the strawberry smell of your lips
I won't get why time's running out so fast
In reincarnation we'll miss the most necessary tips