Remembered Mask Poem by Atef Ayadi

She
chucked me with everything beautiful,
simple, and engaged simplicity.

I do not remember her name,
But what is important
is,
I love her
for what she did,
for her face,
her youth desperations,
her nervous soft skin,
for her induced hidden smile,
for her basic needs, and
for her simplistic dreams,

I love her for her resistance
and retaliation.

I love her
for asking
nothing but
my age.