The idea of you revives a forgotten pulse,
As though hope remembered my heartbeat...
So many times, I've been here before
Head in my hands, Sitting on the floor...
I came to know you,
between bark and moss...
Between the Hormuz
and the Bab al-Mandab Straits...
Closed eyes and sealed mouths
numbed by the pregnant moonlight...
What am I supposed to do?
How am I meant to get through this without you...
A young toddler advances,
Spring chicken takes chances...
I live the truthfulness of love wherein,
And draw in precious breath as breath is drawn...
I’ve been moved to tears
By the lovestruck and alone...