The only Mohammad I knew
I read your words, brother,
but where was your voice?
I could read your mind,
but I always wondered if you
could see, or heed this void?
I wondered blind, in this distant,
surreal, stir, did you?
I recall moments and ages, brother,
when all was you and buoyed,
far from this fall, far from all.
I wonder still, brother,
will things always be,
as they never were?
Or will they, in your absence,
remain a heedless call?
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