People who are meant to be together will always find their way back to each other. They make take detours in life, but they’re never lost.
I vaguely miss you. I say vaguely because it’s been so long since I had you, that I don’t know if it’s you I really miss. It could very well be a dream version of you and I, a vision created in my mind, a pieced together promise of happiness that is not you, or I, or anyone else. I vaguely miss the best parts of what we had, and I know there must have been bad, but I can’t recall.
What I do know is that I write poetry about the smallest parts of who you are. I’ve written about your hands and the scruff on your face and the anger in your heart and the freckles that fall on your shoulders like well-water snowflakes.
You know how when you curl your toes upward toward your too-long shins, a divot something like a coin deposit in a Vegas slot machine appears right in the middle of your foot? You know how I made fun of you for it every time you took your socks off?
I wrote a poem about the pennies I would leave at your feet last night, like thousands of wishes thrown in a fountain too shallow to drown in, thinking it would change something.
You didn’t answer.
You’re too busy with her.
مآ أجمّل أنْ تصمتْ
فيْ ؤجهْ منْ ينتظرْ منِك الخِصَام
وما أجمل أنْ تضحك
فيْ وجهْ منْ يُنتظرْ منك البكـاءْ
How beautiful is it to stay silent
When someone expects you to be enraged from them.
And how beautiful it is to laugh
When someone thinks you are going to shed tears.