Love Or Somethin Like It

Yesterday,
My friend left
For another country.
Leaving this country of mine and hers
Which she always said is sick and tired of.

Today
She called me.
And the first thing she said
was 'I miss my Eritrea'.
Missing it seems to kill her
After only one day.

Shall i call this 'love? '

by Arsiema Berhane

Comments (1)

Some things we never know we love until we've lost them. Well put.