In the garden of my loneliness

In the garden of my loneliness

(Translated from Farsi)

In the garden of that house

His absence could be felt better than in any other place

A garden where the lemon bush was no longer there

And the grape tree had also disappeared

As if they knew that with him leaving, nobody would take care of them.

And there I witnessed a deathly silence

As he was no longer talking to the withering flowers in the garden

And there I witnessed a lasting drought

As the dry soil’s thirst couldn’t be quenched with water but only with his caring hands

And with his death, the garden of that house was even cold and empty on that hot summer day

But the garden of my loneliness has never been so crowded…

8 July 2014, Hoofddorp