Poem By Natashe Ahmed
For 60 minutes I've been staring out this window.
collecting my thoughts, felling so alone, feeling left out.
You are the first and last thing on my mind but there are more
important things I am thinking of in between these 60 minutes.
Looking, learning, living.
Give me something to do.
Giving, waiting, thinking.
What else do I do?
You occupy my thoughts.
Fill them so much, but you leave me so alone.