Like earrings, his voice in my ears
all these years later.
I walked to the bakery.
He waited for me behind the oak trees.
I wore black dress, black shoes, and a black ring
Under my burqa, blue, blue, and blue.
“I wish I could see your lips,” he said,
but I could barely hear.
I whispered with my lips,
“I wish I could tell you
I love you,
I love you.”
Photo by Yoray Liberman