To Those Who'Re Gone Poem by Kiba Black

The love is like
the mediation by the God,
and fire in the heart,
as storm at night,
when at the precious threshold
you see the sparks -
and nearer they are
the stronger is the light.
How simple it can get
to just forget
that death is our creditor...

We fail searching for the truth,
betraying ourselves
from deep within...

So helplessly
the raindrops fall
along the windows
of the trams and trains,
they leave the trail
of the past
that we had once
not anymore,
the trail of past silhouettes
of those who are now gone...