And so you are not quite there yet.
Still a moment of something in you.
Not fallen to the absolute zero not completed, not finished.
Step, step to go to the truest end or………..
Do not come up too fast. That will kill you too.
Stumble out, they will find you strange.
Yet your disconnect is truer than the falsities of society.
Truer than so much that is pretence and vanity.
And how you mumble in the street.
And how you wave your arms: disturbing…..
And for this: that you could not hide your desperation anymore.
Became in these final moments something too true, too real.
And so we turned our faces, looked away.
And so this final effort meeting not even an echo
Left you gone with nothing now able to bring you back.
Songs for Huda 