Joe walked me home from the library,
when the road was cleared of men,
and the snow gleamed from the dim lights,
at every step, we listened to the approval of the wind
kissing our differences aside,
his hands shivered as he touched my hand
and I felt a smile through his finger strokes,
as he endlessly talked about time and space,
I watched him like a silent movie,
not understanding a word. So, I mumbled to him,
“I like you.”
his glasses fogged up and his Adam’s apple dropped low,
his tight grip answered his fears,
at the crossroad, our love walk was paused.
Under the brightness of the floodlights,
Joe dropped my hand like it burnt through him
and I remembered this was where our kind wouldn’t mix,
he stared at my veil, and my eyes fell on his cross.
Fatma Hussein Ibrahim
is from Nairobi, Kenya. She is currently a student at Lancaster University in the UK pursuing MA in Creative writing with English Literary Studies. Fatma has been a teacher of English and Literature for the last two and a half years. She is relatively new to Poetry Publication and has two poems published in New Contrast Literary Magazine and The Shallow Tales Review. In her free time, she enjoys the boring things in life. Twitter: @FarrieUsaynh. Facebook.
