I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
poetry
By Muhammad IqbalPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair
Don't go far off, not even for a day
Don't go far off, not even for a day,
Because I don't know how to say it
- a day is long
And I will be waiting for you, as in
An empty station when the trains are
Parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then
The little drops of anguish will all run together,
The smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
Into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve On the beach,
may your eyelids never flutter
Into the empty distance.
Don't Leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily Over all the earth, asking,
will you Come back?
Will you leave me here, dying?
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