I had a friend
who died.
He reminded me of God.
I met him once in a dream.
He hurt me, then hugged me.
He still reminds me of God.
He died with a broken heart.
The world was designed to break your heart.
And I feel hollow inside.
Friends have become acquaintances,
Reflection my companion.
I want to start over again with my mother.
I know love now.
Now I want love to know me. (c)
( Dedicated to my late friend Ahmed Hussain )
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