we have known each other long enough
how strange
i don’t think, if he comes in many disguises…
i don’t really know
his face/curiously unlined
he looks at my letter with open curiosity
his eyes are not faded,
but a grass green
wise and childlike
however, beneath the surface
bright impression, behind the first it is blank
just before his hair grew grey
he sucked the ambrosia from
his mother’s breasts for 4 years
really! What a thing to say
he feels awful inside
and there he gazed and sighed…
for the loss of his best friend/she’d been there for him for 47 years
his tears were hard/and pierced my heart.

Günsel Djemal-London 2009