FOR HAJARA

My darling, I miss your smile,
The feel of your long woolly hair,
The love we had,
And the ruin we made.

When darkness came,
I left when I should have stayed,
I shoved you away.

Now, robbed of your charm,
You are tucked into a corner
And I am left to the foreigner.

Like the sun, in time, you will rise,
And your devotion, a corona about you.

P.S  J. BEKAS AND I WORKED ON THIS ONE

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