Arsiema Berhane

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Love Or Somethin Like It

Poem by Arsiema Berhane

Yesterday,
My friend left
For another country.
Leaving this country of mine and hers
Which she always said is sick and tired of.

Today
She called me.
And the first thing she said
was 'I miss my Eritrea'.
Missing it seems to kill her
After only one day.

Shall i call this 'love? '

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  • Peter A. Crowther (6/10/2005 11:52:00 AM)

    Some things we never know we love until we've lost them. Well put.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 23, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 4, 2010