From Earth To Death Poem by Houssam Mokhtari

When the bell clangs
And the door hits your days
When your lungs
Stop breathing the air
When the twilight
And the snowflakes are gathered
To witness the moment
That ends your speech
Your coy smile, your innocent laugh
That day: I will hate everything
Including you
For I won't hear your voice
Nor I'll be bothered
By your lovely and awkward behaviour
Your leaves in that day
Will fall on my arid soil
You will stop pumping your oil
To my wrecked vehicule
That day won't be written in my agenda
For your departure isn't scheduled
Nor expected
That day I will pray for you
And I ask our creator
To assembele us
Again
But this time
You won't leave me.