WAITING

I do not remember where we first met
Maybe in a past life,
Or in a book,
I was turning its pages
In order to sleep.
At that night;
Everyone was busy going to their dreams
While I was going to my poems.
To tidy the pillows for them,
spread the sheets
And whisper to them your name
In order to calm down
And stop chasing me.
At that night,
I was waiting for you to come,
to correct the path of thought inside my head.
a thought about lonely bodies
that are troubled by love,
about the pores that will open one day,
About accumulated disappointments,
about the rubble that obscures me from you,
About the rubble inside me,
And about the exhaustion that prevents me from breathing well at night.
I was the one who was looking for a reason for you to come
On this particular night
Since my memory does not help me remember
All my faults that I love
The ones that used to help me sleep before.

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Translated into English by Shorouk Hammoud.