By: Ahmed El Sheikh
If you were always with me, I would never know the taste of separation, nor the pale face of longing that visits me every evening.
If love were possible as we dream, I would be the first of lovers, indeed the first to immortalise you in my heart as a homeland never to be left, a refuge never to be replaced.
But memories…
Ah, memories,
they stay with us and yet they do not stay, weighing down the heart like a moonless night and casting a veil of pain over the soul.
They come, then they overflow…
and sleep does not come.
