You were young
and lived a life of youth
forever filled with fascination
your mighty excitement
at the tides of the market
the call to prayer, the laughter of children
in the schoolyard
amidst the rolling crowds and fresh fruit
and shouting,
always so much shouting,
you inhaled deeply
tears forming in your eyes
at the scent of flowers –
the last you smelled,
those seven roses
blooming in your chest
and you saw your friends,
at last met your cousins,
as you join their constellation
bearing witness
