Tight,
curly,
hair.
T would gasp
episodically
When we talked.
His rheumy
eyes,
the after-effects of the ague
would
half-close
as he leaned-back
Inhaling
deeply
on the B&H.
I never really understood his story,
refugee
via Tigray.
I never understood
His arrival in Glasgow in the 80’s.
His dry skin
Strong teeth
And
Smile.
We were both lost for a time.
