She called me
and asked “do you remember Flat Number 203”
I remember it
that behind the door was a pot full of flower
She told me
“The neighbor was leaving there passed away”
What was her
name?
No one knows.
No one felt her
absent
Except the
flower that felt dry
Then the bad
smell
Police find her
after a week
I remember
those beautiful childhoods
Neighbor were
part of our life
There was no
wall between our houses
Except narrow
garden
We called each
other
By tapping on
our wall
Then they
responded faster than the echo of our voice
I am writing
this
To my neighbor
That I never
seen her
Nor heard her
I didn’t know
her name
I didn’t know
her challenges
I never knew
her sorrow
Nor her
happiness
No one knows in
the last hour of her life
What happened
to her?
No one …cry for
her
They found some
letter in her hand
That sent by
her children
Dear Mother
Happy New Year … .
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