Tea and memories

Full moon outside. Kemale has heard people say
That some feel excited on such a day,
That some creative people tend to feel excited,
That the muse is kind and the stars seem brighter.
So, she can’t fall asleep on this weird night,
Walks to the kitchen and turns on the light,
To warm up some tea and have it with a good spice,
Gazing at the stars that are so soothing and nice,
And recalling that just a couple of years ago,
Before school was over, way before
Everything faded, she cared for someone who’s gone,
Would see him on school breaks and after classes,
His name was Elton. He was different than the masses,
Special in very many ways and one of his kind,
And suddently an instant feeling blurred her mind.
But now all of that information is just like a little file
In this computer called a human being’s memory,
It’s useless to be sad and blue and doesn’t help anybody.
So, realizing that, she finishes her tea as daybreak creeps
And goes back to her room to get more sleep.

(Based on my first novel)
By Tom Abdulali (my pen-name)