Hold me
hold me in your heart
for in your eyes
you will behold me no  longer
I will be long gone
beyond touch
or greeting
like the peonies of spring post a shower or two
past summers
past tides and waves
past birthdays
past anniversaries
like cranes that fly in during winter
and are long gone as the bleak sky lifts
even tears become flaky lines of salt
once wiped away
then what trace is left of the pain
but  just the memory
whimpers are sobs gone flat
choking subsides
arms grow limp
clenched fists relax
the pillows dry
handkerchiefs fly away in the wind
the roses bleed
not with their rosiness
but as their petals drop
one by one
until they're  just a bunch of stumps
the Sun sets
the Moon wanes
laughter dies
honeymoons end
so, it is nothing strange
that I should leave
I would have loved to tarry a little longer
but I have been hurried along
I will miss the next Suhur
the next Eid
O' how I wish to have made the Hajj
but it will have to wait
you go along without me
remember me when you don the Ihram
reach for Zamzam's delicious drops
while moving in circles
and roaming between Safa and Marwa
remember me at the Maqam of Ibrahim
and at the Rawza of the Habib
ask him to watch out for me
I am Palestine
I died so that Jerusalem should live!

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