#129 The Missing Piece...

Sometime in the summer

of late teens

Kurdis went out to find

the missing piece,

he knocked at every door

in his neighborhood

and came back with nothing

but folded sleeves..

Just as he sat on his couch

his phone rang

and he heard a sweet voice

on the other side,

it seemed like a

match in heaven

he had not felt this

never, in a while..

Nothing could separate them

in all the travels they made

and spoon they shared,

untill they found out that

she was from the 5th Avenue

and he was from here..

Kurdis was in love

for the first time

so he fought with himself and all,

the people, the money, the traditions

he tried and cried, his best

before his fall..