Mustafa مصطفى...

Mustafa مصطفى…

Where are you.
Are you there,
Somewhere,
In the dense forest green,
Beautiful stranger,
How do you say such things,
Then disappear,
Leave,
After quoting Rumi.
You open up, then gone, no trace.
Your most tender thoughts,
Following along.
All your beauty, gone.
Did you leave because,
You’re in your thoughts now.
Needing time to understand,
If what you shared,
You can do now.
You are all my thoughts now,
My heart owns heaviness now.

You didn’t hear me calling out to you, were my words too clumsy for you, responding to you. Should I have told you how much you mean by now. I meant to, but forgot to somehow. I only have the sweetest thoughts for you.

I hope you understand, the void that exists when your words are removed from existence. If you return once more,
Please,
Don’t leave.
Taking those words,
That filled me,
When most in need.
Mustafa مصطفى…
Where are you.
Come back to me.

Excerpt from
Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.