His Round Pair Of Glasses

He was lying on the bed,

Scars surrounded his face

Scars of his black past

Scars of separation from his beloved,

The blue of the cellphone made these scars even darker,

The photo of his beloved turned into a withered leaf

It looked like his eyes were filled with grief,

Dissatisfaction was visible behind these round pair of glasses,

The falling snowflakes outside the window

The falling snow flakeyears behind the glasses,

He whelved his phone

As his mother whelved her tears

All through those past years...