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
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:
oh nooj, this touched a nerve
shameema! eid mubarak :) havent chatted in a while
ouch i wouldnt wish this on anyone :( but the forgetting process is important
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...
shafs its ironic. but true, difficulty brings sweetness, inna ma'al usri yusra :)
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