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For being so empty

So hollow

So full of gloom

For never being able

To describe how

I felt

I feel

I will feel

For the time I have spent

For the time I have lost

For the time

That will never come back to me

I wish it could be different

I wish I could be understood

Yet I refuse to let go

That part of me

That is what I truly am

For I have tried to change my colors

And never found the way

So I will let it shine

Let it sink

Let it collapse like a star would do

But I will never change the path

For a world that for me

With you Leaning on the doorway Bliss upon bliss A parasol smothered by drizzle's pound

Set against the wind Held tucked Wrapped and muffled

Look at the way it bends it creaks it breaks

The world has more to give Dumb puns be the first in the list Your spleen be somewhere in between

Tilt your head The thunderstorm Let down Yet

Do not forget How Sacred, blessed Your words once were:

"Do not forsake Do not forfeit Your shoes before the doorstep Lest

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أسايا

قَد بانَ في وجهِ الصَبورِ بُكاهُ

حينَ ذَكَرَ أُمَّهُ فاضَت عَيناهُ

يَسيرُ وَظِلُّ الحَنانِ تَوارى

خَلفَ الوَرى وَلا أَبا يَلقاهُ

يُنادي وَالأَرضُ قَفرٌ وَإنْ عُمِرَت

فَلا أُنثى حَنونٌ تَلثُمُ شَفَتاهُ

يَرى الطَّيرَ يَأوي إلى عُشِّهِ آمِنًا

فَيَحسُدُهُ حينَ يَثوي إلى مَأواهُ

يَضَعُ وَجهَهُ فَوقَ تُربَةِ قَبرٍ

وَيَنهَضُ وَقَد بَلَّلَتهُ مُقلَتاهُ

تَمُرُّ اللَّيالي وَقَلبُ الصَّبِيِّ

يَحمِلُ هَمًّا يَفوقُ احتِمالَ سِواهُ

يُعَلِّقُ في لَيلِهِ آمالَ طِفلٍ

وَيُصبِحُ وَكَأَنَّ الكَونَ قَد جَفاهُ

فَيَنامُ كَمَدًا بِحُزنِهِ يَئِسًا

وَيَصحو وَما آنَسَهُ إِلَّا اللهُ

مَا ضَرَّكَ إِن مَسَحتَ رَأسَهُ بِيَدِ

أُلفٍ يَا وَيحَ قَلبِكَ مَا أَقساهُ

نَبِيُّكَ قَد قالَ كونوا لَهُ أَبًا

وَبِشَأنِهِ كانَت جُلُّ وَصاياهُ

أَتَخشى الفَقرَ إِن مَدَدتَ يَدًا

وَاللهُ الغَنِيُّ لا تَنفَدُ عَطاياهُ

وَيَومٌ تُلاقي جَزاءَ الَّذي اجتَرَحت

يَا وَيلَكَ مِنهُ إِن كُنتَ مِمَّن لَحاهُ

We met before we knew ourselves,

left before we learned to stay.

Years passed like unanswered questions

neither of us knew how to say.

Then somehow the distance collapsed,

and there you were, still you,

still the version of yourself

only I seem to see all the way through.

You come to me without your armor,

no performance, no pretend.

Just the woman underneath the chaos,

looking for somewhere soft to land.

I am not a rescue,

and you are not a fall.

We are two people slowly learning

how to finally answer the call.

Not through intensity alone,

not through longing, tears, or flame

but through showing up consistently,

and meaning it when we say each other's name.

I love you past the complicated,

past the years, the wrong, the right.

I'm just asking that we build it