A Poem for My Friend Ahmat

I drop a pebble in the pond,

I touch your hand.

I see the silk midnight on your skin,

I see the depth of midnight in your eyes,

I see the strength of a thousand tides

Break on the shores but have more.

I want to give you that

But who am I to confine

The ocean’s beauty or yours into words.

 

I want to compare your strength to something worthy

But metaphors are worthless when held to your chest

Similes mean nothing when I can just

hold

your

hand.

But I guess I want you to have these words so you know that

When it hurts and when you smile Ill be there.

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