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You Left Me

YOU LEFT ME

However powerful words appear to be,
Their influence is confined to shadowed memories.
They calm the heart and provide some ease,
But they can never bring you back to me.

You left me, and I wasn’t by your side;
How could I have known the timing of your soul?
You tore my heart and left behind a hole
That filled with tears the night I cried.

The haunting memories of you appear,
They cloud my vision, and the tears start
To drain what’s left of my empty heart.
No hand to guide me, and my path feels unclear.

You left me when all I had was you;
Now I’m bewildered and cold as stone:
In a crowded house, I feel alone.
So I reflect and weep; that’s all I do.

All night I cry, but no one hears
Those prayers I utter as dawn breaks.
I surrender to the choices the High One makes,
I sleep with my eyes open, choking on my tears.

I miss your hugs and laughter.
I wander, lost and without a clue.
Nobody is left to listen or turn for comfort to.
You left a lonely soul scarred forever after.

I often daydream, pretending you’re near;
In a pool of my tears, I sit and wait,
But not even imagination can penetrate
That magical and ever-so-distant frontier.

I call out, but you’re nowhere to be found.
I try to express my feelings, but I struggle to find
The perfect words in my transfixed mind;
The intervals of teardrops are the only sound.

My days are empty, my nights are cold,
And my willpower fades amidst my fears.
I gain nothing by waking, only more tears,
As I long in vain for what I can no longer hold.

When night falls and the crickets begin
To chirp near your chair where you sat all day,
I struggle to breathe and start to fade away,
And my heart shivers, dimpling my skin.

By dawn, I have cried a small puddle for you,
Where two happy birds come to bathe and dance.
They dip their beaks with joyful prance,
And then drink from the sorrowful brew.

Turning towards me with a brooding stare,
They grow silent with their beaks to the ground;
Then, look to heaven, abated and spellbound,
And both flutter off in despair.

©Habib Dabajeh

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