Blessed By The Passing Years Poem by Mustafa Arar

My darling
Where does your scent penetrate?
Maybe a wardrobe
the things you touch
Or a dusty painting
But mostly to my skin

My darling
Where does your hair fall?
Maybe it falls right into your eyes
With one move of yours it scatters to one side
Or it becomes a bun on your head
But mostly to my chest

My darling
How do your words resonate?
Maybe it vibrates in my ears
From a slamming object
Or whisper in a wave
But mostly in my mind

My darling
So what remains at the end of day?
Maybe a daily life rush
Or unforgettable memories of the past
But most of all, a warm friendship remains
Blessed by the passing years