Between my shadow and my soul

Potholing cerebral grooves

On my way, passing the library, as always, I detour past your shelf
Agriculture magazine racks disguise it today, if it was there at all

Typing out a report I click on your playlist, needing some rhythmic rejuvenation
A stuttering burst of jazz perplexes me, did I misplace it?

Smelling pineapples in the fruitress I remember your craving,
Out of season, dearie, smiles the kindly old cashier

Friends take me for Italian, I eagerly turn to the starters for your speciality,
But all I see is a bevy of foreign-sounding soup mixes

Anxiety waves through my spine, am I dreaming? No, I realise, it is just folly to believe
Your presence can exist in my life, yet out of my heart

4 shared ideas:

shameema September 19, 2009 at 6:40 AM  

oh nooj, this touched a nerve

Nooj September 22, 2009 at 1:01 AM  

shameema! eid mubarak :) havent chatted in a while
ouch i wouldnt wish this on anyone :( but the forgetting process is important

shafinaaz September 25, 2009 at 11:27 PM  

i wrote intermittent sadness and i read this and some other stuff from another lady writer and i thought: sadness writes so darn beautifully! amazing hey...

Nooj September 26, 2009 at 12:15 AM  

shafs its ironic. but true, difficulty brings sweetness, inna ma'al usri yusra :)