Last Year Poem by Istabraq Al Ahmadi

Last year
I wanted to write
the saddest poem.
I wrote one
in which her name
did not appear.
I vowed not
to write
poetry
any
m
o
r
e.

I carved my vow
on the forehead of the sun
and in the echo,
heard no more,
of the last goodbye
I said to her while
she was descending
into the darkness
of her cold grave
Until she was buried
in my heart.
since then
all the poems
which kept chasing
and haunting me
while I was with her
or thinking of her
or dreaming of being
with her every day
and night,
left me forlorn
as a hard rock which
the rain slips on
leaving no wet trace.