02

Driving west,
We used to chase the sun
or so I thought.

A game to pass the hours:
The highways behind us falling into darkness,
but I thought if we could go fast enough,
Rabi3 , Khamis, Sadis,

never stopping,
then we could live in eternal sunset.

Awash in brilliant color and
forever escaping night's muteness.

A dream I used to harbor
each time I was caught
driving with the sunset
and chasing its rays.

But now you're gone,

and I'm left in an unknown darkness.