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.
My heart is open,
But together, glued.
A spirit in touch and now,
Removed.
Please know,
You leaving,
It devastates.
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.
Forgot to somehow.
I only have,
The sweetest thoughts,
For you.
I will think about you,
Beautiful man,
And those words,
Written in,
Such an eloquent,
Broken language.
Carrying them with you,
As you move along.
All your beauty,
Gone.
Did you leave,
Because,
You’re in your thoughts now.
Needing the time,
To understand,
If what you shared,
You can do.
My heart owns heaviness now.
I hope,
You understand,
The pain that exists,
When your words are removed,
From existence.
If you return once more,
Please don’t leave.
No more of those words,
That filled me,
When most in need.
Mustafa مصطفى…
Where are you.
Come back to me.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.