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that never quite heals

while he is carrying a truth

that offer no comfort

and as silence doesn't

answer back

like a statue that

never turns its head

they both wandered

among the shadows

hungry

feeding on what

they cannot keep

Hungry among the shadows

searching for something

that had once existed.

didn't he know that thieves

had passed by and stolen

my precious things,

and that I was now nothing more

than an archaeological landmark,

arousing the curiosity of onlookers,

while every night and by

the light of witnessing stars,

my ruins make me cry

for what's left of me

by the hardest reminiscence

my memory can ever recall.

paralyzed inside my cocoon,

suffocating, barely able to breathe.

but I must endure,

I must maintain constant patience.

Oh, hope, why do you make me suffer!

symbols twinkling then fading away.

and how could I not keep pace

with her tumultuous rhythm of love?

and I, through her passion,

truly came to know my essence.

when you ended everything that night.

and since then,

I have kept my life in front of me

without stopping to go back.

but now, you come

pleading and explaining that

what happened was out of fear

that your feelings would explode

into the light.

so listen carefully

because it will be the last 

for I would love to leave

my feelings for you

in the dark.

out of their comfort zone

and left home to thrive.

I rebelled against a book

before I'd even read it,

and chose to put it

away in my bag rather

than waste my time

leafing through it.

back then,

adventure lit up my eyes

with its little stars,

enchanting them.

but now, as I wandered streets

I found myself blinded by

lights that pierced my heart.

the desire to reread

that book became

an impossible task.

whereas, wishing became

bitter and heavy on the tongue.

oh! if I had only read a few pages

I would not have wished to become

a scorched earth by now.

If only I knew

The glances may fade away.

It's becoming more difficult to imagine you

for every time I get to got a picture

the salt of this sea pales your features

a sterile depth that aborted

all my attempts at closeness

sunken my love letters

as crystalline shipwrecks

tied me to the shores and

cursing with every malediction

to only watch you from distance

--- h.harouche