What Keeps Me Alive With Hope Poem by Saliha AHU

remember when i did let go years ago
when i breathed away and sighed and shivered and cried
And friends I saw for the last time
The harshest farewells ever I made that year.

Remember that tree? when it dropped all its colours,
And breathed and sighed and watched us afar
and we talked and chattered and laughed
It was almost as though we knew; we will part

see the dying embers of orange leaves;
the bright yellow of the rose.
that smell of apple cinnamon in the pot.
that's what keeps me alive still.

My apple tree packs up ready for the winter
the winds blow; as it never had for a year
the floor covered with the rustles of fall
enlisting all the feels of ten years ago

love is what keeps me alive.
the love of Madina; the rose within my reach, within my hand even.
my heart never did lose that rose perhaps even when I thought it did
And finally I am ready to meet the rose of Madina.
That's what keeps me alive with hope.