“I see you everywhere I look. Everywhere.”

Mohammed is a 31 year old British Iraqi. He’s lived all around the UK, especially around London. When he’s not working as a consultant, he dabbles in theology, phiosophy, and all that other interesting stuff. Oh and yeah, he writes. Hence the poem. 

Jewels of concrete glittering in the distance
Skeleton trees stand, sleeping
A bird house, rarely visited; they prefer the pool of water that has collected in an old pot
I can just about hear the sound of running water - beautiful. 
Oh shit no, that’s just the M1. 

Once a beautiful piece of mother nature, 
My little piece of heaven
now neglected, overgrown 
The ground littered with blunts
Months of trying to numb the pain
I haven’t been okay
The other day, I found a glass at the back of the cupboard with your lipstick still on it
My heart stopped
You still take my breath away
Just differently

The house I once loved, now feels like a
graveyard for my dreams 
I see you everywhere I look. 
Everywhere. 

Photo taken by Mohammed.