generational postcards

I can recall a moment

when I knew that

what you are

and who you want

to be are so far from 

one another

your hands were gripped

around the railing

that kept people

from wandering off

of a cliff

and your hair was

flying all over

as the wind

whipped up from below

and your eyes, they

seemed so shallow

like what was in

them was nothing

more than a reflection

and beneath that nothing

not even blood 

and the veins inside

your skin that were

strung into your wrists

were bulging and seemed

tired but fully aware

the way you stood was like

a statue in a courtyard

between abandoned 

buildings, the kind of statue

people once admired

and sought to when

they were troubled and

needed help, but

now weather has made 

its way into your core

a monument that

no one has cried to for years

you seemed so lost

inside your struggle

that you have given

up on finding a way out

I put my hand against

your cheek and felt

the warmth of life

as soft as the

skin of a peach

yellow just as such

fresh despite your character

I can recall a tiny moment

walking through the kitchen

of your widowed mother's

apartment and seeing

pictures on the walls

some of you and some

of her when she was younger

and it looks to me 

the same stare

she looked just like

the shore right before

the blackened sky

releases a storm upon

the land, the look

of waiting for a tragedy

to poke at one's own

sanity and bruise

it slowly over time

and the look in her

eyes that I saw 

in her kitchen was one

I haven't seen or

understood until this moment

that feeling of pain

that has not yet brushed

gently against the skin

or crashed violently 

into the bone

or even known to the mind

just knowing it is coming

like old age

wearing you as thin as silk

feeling so precious

on my naked skin

but when that tear comes

and pulls it apart

it's gone, oh

it's gone

and there is

no repairing that

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[Sami Khalil]

"I haven't seen or

understood until this moment

that feeling of pain

that has not yet brushed

gently against the skin

or crashed violently

into the bone"

Your writes are sooo good poet...Thank you for sharing...:>)..........