Memory

Don't joke with memories.

You don't know how painful separation is.

There is a longing to bite the silence when your shadow drifts away like fallen leaves every time you step away there is always a longing left behind when your veil is waving behind the door.

Sometimes I envy the wind who are free to mingle at the end of your hijab, and the mist that pampers your shady face.

Twilight of love is there still time for lay down the remaining longing.

For years I waited in longing, not enough time to take you home?