Tomorrow

I walked pass you again today
I stepped on your brown dried leaves
that crushed melodically beneath
my red rubber slippers
The warm damp wind carressed my face
telling me the October rain will soon
touch the red soils of yours
I miss your whispers in the starless nights
and when you sang prayers to the Almighty
during the depth dawn
I grasp the dear memories of you
wrapped in the silk of your scarf
I remember how feminine you were
in those worn out brown and red sarong
and when you gathered your tresses in a bouquet
I miss it when you smile only to show those
slightly rusted teeth that became your pride
I walked pass you again today but tomorrow
I'll stop by to send you
Prayers for your soul.

Aida Rahayu Mahmud
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