By
Basma Amer
I lost time with you. I busied myself into oblivion, and now I hurt. Countless hours squandered for no good, but I see only you. I realize only you: how beautiful you are and how perfect you are.
I am flawed and I am jealous. I speak in codes because I am embarrassed. Don’t you understand, my arrow missed the target and pierced me where it hurts, my heart.
Now my heart weeps and a sad flood consumes me. I’m drenched. My mind can’t escape it. Heartache springs profusely; my heart sheds its tears.
But it’s not because I lost time. It’s not because I busied myself into oblivion.
And it’s not because I squandered countless hours.
I made a choice. You were not it…
But you’re okay. You did well. You chose right. And you have a love, a deep connection. And I am jealous. I want that too. But you reap what you sow.
And my heart ripples.
Edited by: Maddy D.