“…And for each scar, a star falls from the sky to heal you”
She told him before they went to sleep
Kissed his forehead and smiled
20 years from now, he gets up from his empty bed
And counts the scars on his heart her absence left
So deep and so dear
He weeps under the full moon
And begs to summon the atoms of her soul
As he holds a bucket
Waiting for the rain of stars
© 2013 ALIA SULTAN
