Aisha

There is a theory

That when you die your whole life flashes right before your eyes

I don't really understand how something so long can be flashed in mere seconds

But it's not the life you think you lived 

In your final moments what you see are people

The people who cared

It doesn't matter if you've ever met them or not

I don't know if it was the last time I saw her

But it was someone I felt connected to

I've never met her

I've never seen her

But tell me to describe the face, and I can write poetry on it

She was not like everyone else

And when I was there lying on the ground

Her eyes were stuck on me

Not in sympathetic or romantic way

Neutral

Just lying there, looking at me

And in that moment I felt a strange connection 

A connection that you feel with the people you love

And those silver locks of hair

Like she was blessed by the thunder god himself

That lock went from the forehead to the tip of her open hair

Thick in the beginning and almost negligible in the end

That silver lock was enough to make anyone fall in love with her

That one silver lock was enough to know that she's the one

I don't know if she exists

But I would really like to meet her someday

Run my fingers through that silver hair

Hold that face as close to me as I can 

And as much as I try, I don't think I'll be able to forget her

As if those silver locks were not enough, the glasses she wore were absolutely perfect for her face

It was as if those were made just for her

A perfect fit!

Covering those beautiful eyes just enough for a person close enough to notice them

She was not sympathetic, 

She was not rude

She was herself 

I would dream again, in hopes that someday she might come here again

I always wondered, what life would look like in those last moments

Now I know, 

For if death comes tomorrow, my life had already flashed through my eyes in a dream!