By: Ahmed Al shiekh
Your hands were like a beacon… radiating longing and yearning, and when you touched the handle of your departure… your palms turned into a ring!
You passed by like a breath of life stealing time’s expanse, then left in my chest a door that neither forgetfulness nor farewell can close.
As if you had come to teach my heart the meaning of possession, then suddenly snatched the lesson from its very breath, so that my longing became a prayer without certainty, and your name became my pain… if I utter it, I mispronounce it.
And between ‘you were’ and ‘you became an absence’, something irreparable broke within me, as if the parting had not merely passed by… but had taken up residence within me, and closed the door behind it.
