Things Remembered

a poem on Palestinian grief - March 15th, 2024

It’s the small things fall apart

Blue was my favorite, now all i see is red

I used to have conversations with the moon

my heart open to her blue embrace

now we sit in silence

I found refuge there

Until the silence turned into screams when my eyes closed

The grief was shared

but the tears dried alone

I try to hold the rest of myself together

But it’s the small things that fall apart