He Has Left To Come No More Poem by Sami Gjoka

The greatest man that I have known, walked behind the door
“To light a cigarette” perhaps, my mother must have thought
Alone and lonely in her bed; her feet weak and cold,
Her knees pulled closer to her chest, her thighs just skin and bones
Her breast pulled down to her knees—a fetus not yet born
She shivers as if made of leaves
As kiss of frost comes close.
And taste of death came through her tears.

No further than a reach of hand
Her blanket on the floor.

The greatest man that ever lived
Has left to come no more!