This poem is a hand written piece by Saher, who I met in Cairo, Egypt back in January. I found it bold of him to not only let me read it, but to post it. Borrow the mood by a journey through his words.
Sunday, March 13, 2022
I walk in. I see you. I watch you.
I wait for you. I tickle you. I tease you.
I search you. I breathe you.
I talk. I smile.
I touch your hair. You are the one.
You are the one who did this to me.
You are my own.
I show you. I feel you. I ask you.
I don’t ask. I won’t ask. I can’t tell you.
I am crying hard. There was blood.
No one told me. No one knew.
I forget your name. I don’t think.
I bury my head. I bury your head.
I bury you.
I cannot breathe. I cannot eat. I cannot walk.
I am losing time. I am losing ground.
I cannot stand it.
I cry. I cry out. I bite. I bite your lip.
I breathe your breath.
I pulse. I pray. I pray aloud.
I smell you on my skin.
I say the word. I say your name.
I cover you. I shelter you. I run from you.
I sleep beside you.
I smell you on my clothes.
I keep your clothes.
I keep you.