As I am hurt
I am so silent
Like those mountains
I am not fine
As I miss my old wine
My company was she
When I walked and slept
She tickled me
With her fingers on my hips
She flickered her cigar
Till the ashes filled the fish jar
All it was I
Who saw things between my eyes
Never knew myself
Like those books on the Wiseman shelves
It is all me
Tossing and rolling in this sleep
The widower I am
It is only I
Looking out for a better goodbye
I walk
They look around for her
But no one shows up
I talk
They wait for her name
But my tongue misses it out
I sleep
The dream comes
But all black like crow
I eat
They serve me the Lebanese rolls
I miss the taste and the cream
I drink
But I miss the fire
It is all I now
Who made her say
She is weak like a thin twig
She sobbed
I knew it was not she
It was meant to teach me
Something I had not learnt
In this life of 26 years
I said it is just a chapter
She said don't flatter
And she lost me
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