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.

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