When we first spoke 

I felt alive

I bloomed

My petals danced

in a breeze and my leaves

drank in the sunlight

my body embraced 

by its warmth

You and I were observers of the sky

I saw starlight above and in your eyes

At times when the moon hid I knew 

it felt shy, because I too found my face 

hiding from your eyes

I asked you questions

to make sure it was real 

I started to believe it was safe 

to fall. I allowed myself 

the space to fall 

Then one day we saw blood 

in the sky, my father and I 

He said: ‘Last time this happened 

a war took place. 

Something bad always follows.’

And what is war but a place 

where lives are lost?

And a life was lost

My life was lost 

On the day you said: 

Everything was fine.