Imat
I recall the first day
Short afro, tight skirt
lost look on your face
I remember your shy confession
the one about ...
well, 'I've a crush'
I still see myself
mouth agape, eyes rolling
too good to be true
I held your hand
saw you smile
the flash in your eyes
Above all, your eyes
a cross between brown & green
half closing, half opening
And their glitter
like a coquette
like some gem
I don't forget
the poems I wrote
the dreams I had
I have loved you
for so long
And I leave you
Like I found you
Short afro, tight skirt
lost look on your face
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