Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Wish You Were Here

"...I wanted to make them laugh To forget about my own grief..."

Wish You Were Here

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






Article © Ahmad Al-Khatat. All rights reserved.
Published in the October 29, 2018 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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