Ibrahim would mostly sit alone
With his beads
In his jeans
Like the ones I wore
And remember
The One worth remembering
When all had left the hall
His smile seemed pure
Heart strings controlling
Nothing more
Than a smile
Or words for a short while
Then back to remembrance
Excellence
And his own silence
Adding to the silence
The former weighing heavy on the latter
As the beads move
Rhythmically to the beat
Of a remembering heart
To complete the cycle
Only to start
Once more
How many
God keeps the score
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