By Ahmad Al-khatat
Back then, when we were teenagers
Fifteen years ago when we thought
Nothing would separate our friendship
To divide it with a positive sorrow
My neighbor is now alcoholic
Tears fall when I smell her cigarette
She used to be smokey looking
Attractive to my olden delusions
Inside of me, I’m trying
Outside of me, I’m flying
Everywhere I seek for a friend
All I observe is death’s head
Although, I found what I was
Missing and how to make a
Perfect life without the yearnings
I drove and cried over the phone
I wanted to make them laugh
To forget about my own grief
Yet, I recalled you again when
They were laughing and I wasn’t
It’s hard to pretend nothing is
Missing when you didn’t take me
Under the soil, and left me without
Taking me up the sky to rest joyfully
Ahmad Al-Khatat was born in Baghdad on May 8th. From Iraq, he came to Canada at the age of 10, the same age when he wrote his first poem back in the year 2000. He also has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world. His poems were translated into Farsi, Albanian, German, Chinese, and Serbian. And he currently studies Political Sciences, at Concordia University in Montreal. He recently have published his two chapbooks “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline” with Alien Buddha Press. It is available for sale on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet on Facebook.
