maybe the real poem here is that i’m here, waiting for you, again. avoiding class. paying attention
maybe the real poem here is that i’m here, waiting for you, again. avoiding class. paying attention but i’m not. today, the topic is sufi poetry, love it. my favourite, my upbringing, word to amoo Hafēz & Rumi. but i’m writing about you, to you, instead, again. i’m waiting for you. the world keeps crumbling, collapsing on itself, nothing new, i’m still waiting for you, here. i enjoy the anticipation of your presence & embrace- even if you don’t arrive the thought of you keeps me company for days. just leave me with some sweetness. some stillness. thank you. darling. idk idk. just prayers galore here, for the world & for you, sometimes i slip one or two for myself in at the end too. amیn. https://www.instagram.com/p/CHL9Tm2gHno/?igshid=1uno84hmy8dh8 -- source link