We could be different

if only it did not happen,

this way.

we could be sitting in

that garden house our

father built years ago

with red bricks .

I could see you next to the

apple trees, touching its green

unripe apples with excitement


We could be different if only

 It was different and

did not happen the way it did.


Instead of dying in the war

our brother would be in the garden

helping father gathering

dry, tree branches

to start the fire to make fresh tea.

my nephew would be able to

Pronounce my name correctly


But the things are different,

because it happened different

I had moved to a place

far from our garden

I have left my moon on

the other side of the sky

and it took me years to find a taste

of a new apple in the host garden