Kamand Kojouri

“One of those awfully simple
and beautiful days 
with you
that makes me afraid of dying,
makes me afraid of not being.
When the soft 6 o’clock sun 
is slowly sinking
behind the harbour
and your smile, effortless
and tidy, makes time take flight.
You save me from death
but also from lifeless living.
With you
nothing’s wasted on me.
The music of the breeze, the colours
of children’s footsteps, the dancing 
trees—I drink them all,
and what’s more, you drink these 
with me.
One of those insignificant days
when we do nothing and achieve 
nothing, and yet, chasing the ducks 
and sharing my last stick of gum 
with you is everything.”

Kamand Kojouri