A Poem
By Shameelah khan
This-time
Your-hands
Were-blue
Like-paper
Cutting-moon
You-said
Take-this
Radical-Love
I-refused
Hands-up
Don’t-shoot
Clean-shaven
Lonely-eyes
Long-goodbye
Car-leaves
Seven-days
No-calls
Boy’s-gone
Missing-person
Page-bent
Poem’s-Name
Going-back
I sit
I breathe
I sleep
I ache
To-seek
Wide-awake
Not-dead
To-see
Your -face
Once-again
God-Please
I-beg
Not-
him
Not-
yet
