Please note that this poem is completely hypothetical, just like all the other poems in this book.
I see him bring the hot cup upto his lip, Reading the newspaper as he takes a sip, But his mind wanders off to distant places, Recreating the memories, trying to shorten the spaces.
I serve him breakfast, his favourite pancakes, And as he savours it, your name he takes, He says, I make them like you did, The same taste, the same bid.
In his wallet, your photograph lies still, Your favourite flowers over the window sill, Sweet daisies, still smelling bitter, Trying to collect gold from the litter.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
I pick up the red dress for our dinner date, I wait for him, he comes in late, Completely off his mind, he doesn't remember a thing, But still manages to say your name, in a painful bling.
He looks at me, but not the same way as he looks at you, With galaxies in his eyes, far beyond the sky blue, He treats me, but treated you better, He texts me, but wrote you a love letter.
He still wears your gift, the shirt blue, Maybe to remind himself of you, Maybe to tell himself that although it's gone, You're still a part of him, and he continues to live on.
Months switch over, as days pass by, With every passing day, a little more I cry, Seasons change, but lessons remain, Even the lively spring is now turning into torrential rain.
He's still the same old mess, believe me, He would do anything for thee, I do not know what went wrong, why you burnt the bridge, When I was only here to start over a new ridge.
Maybe he's not over you, I convince, He didn't leave you, but you left him since, Or maybe I'm not his type, we don't match, We don't have the hype, we miss the catch.
I tell him tales of time, he replaces them with fables of pride, I bring him joy, he leaves me in pain, I teach him to let go, he tells me to hold on, I tell him to stay, and then he's gone.
What's that magic? What's that potion? All this peace within the commotion, You still have him all for yourself, even now, Years after you broke the wedding vow.
