The Lover

I could have written legends about our love.

And dreamers from near and far would gaze into one another, searching, longing for a love like ours.

And our children, and our children’s children, would sigh and giggle and find comfort in our story.

And when you left that empty summer, I lay in bed and retold our tale, over & over again, to reassure myself that this was forever.

There is a cavity in my chest, an aching in my head, and I am at a very scary place now.

I found shelter in your arms.

I do not know where is home.

-Madinah, 2011

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  1. Take care, my dear Madinah. 🙂

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