Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Nine thousand miles

Nine thousand miles

handwritten letters
straining my wrist
sealed with drops of

arrive at your door
crisp as the day
we met by the field
that smelled of cut grass

pages folded in twos,
fours, holding the stories
waiting to be read
by the one
they were meant for

encounters and
hopes of meeting

wrapped in the
envelopes which pile
one on top
of another ten

chapters that count
the days it takes
to close
nine thousand miles

- Nauwar Shukri

Thank you for dedicating this to Paco and I.