Aisha Phoenix: touch

“Who are you crying for?”
She asked the salty eyes.
“Not for me, those tears, I hope,
For I cannot bathe in them.”
“It’s…” the eyes tried to explain.
“It’s not for you,
But for those you’ve left behind.
The ones you've yet to touch
And those you already have.
It’s for us.
The moments we shared,
The exchanges we’d like to have.
It’s an attempt to understand
Why you've touched so many and are gone
Why we’re still here...”