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“What, I ask, drives me to disorder? How can I diagnose myself? All I feel, most immediately, is the most anguished need for physical love and mental companionship―”
— Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks [1947-1963]
Four Years
It’s been four years
Since the day you decided
You didn’t need me anymore
It still hurts
To say your name
It always hurts
To know you didn’t feel the same
Whenever people ask about you I look away
The memory of your face inflicts too much pain
It’s been four years
Do you remember it the way that I do?
Whenever you called we always talked about you
Not once did you ask if I was okay
You said you would be there for me
But lately it seems
You’re with everyone but me
It’s been four years
They say you’ve moved away
A different city
A different town
Changed your phone number
Got it all figured out now
I wonder if you think about me
Or if my memory is just crumbled words
You never intended to keep
It’s been four years
I thought I had forgot
The way you made me feel
But then I saw you on the street
And that feeling from four years ago
Destroyed me all over again
I’m beginning to think
That feeling will always be there
It’s been four years
But in my heart
You’ll always be here
Riyadh, 1986.
fraid from summer
Still wearing long sleeves even when the weather is hot cause my arms are mess. Still can’t tell my father how depressed am i and attend to kill herself for thousands times. He asked once but I couldn’t tell i just turn away to my room while the tears on my eyes. He left but nothing left me. Still can’t tell how bad am i. I am afraid from the summer i cant show my hands to any, and I don’t want to be asked. How the person could ask for help while it’s holding up the last breath! How the person could say “ im not okay , please help ” without ruining away?.
I am mess , i am the one who people get used to leave her. Today i cry in front of someone and she just left. I know the feeling of being abondend , I know it very well , i know the touch of the deepest things, and i know the feeling of being only connexion of everything and i know how its hurt when people could walk through you and your soul..
- Ahad…
Absences répétées (Guy Gilles, 1972)