I wanted to love you Sarajevo
I listened to cello music
with strings and harp
and hoped you would greet me
with open arms
I painted a room as I said I would
with layers of translucent red
a pastel shade
not the sharpness of rose
or bitterness
the people are looking but not seeing
or was it just the ghosts I sensed
following me
every lonely mile
I walked and prayed
the contours of your face are beautiful
and the sunlight softens the scars
the cello plays
I did want to love you
Sarajevo.
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