My Last Morning

Posted on November 16, 2011 | 4 Comments
The sun rays slowly sneak through the blinds
I open my eyes in momentary oblivion to the dim truth
It dawns on me that you are not by my side
I close my eyes to complete my dream of you

 

I hide under the covers from the cruel world
I’ll stay safe in here imagining you in my head
In the silence I can easily hear your words
“Good morning.” I usually smile but now I cry instead

 

My feet touch the cold floor and my brain awakes
I robotically brush my teeth while staring at the mirror
I look into my own eyes filled with despair and I break
What good is my reflection standing alone without yours?

 

It’s a difficult task choosing the clothes to wear
I stand there unable to make a simple decision
I pick what’s closest to me and I just don’t care
I remember how you always say it’s art and precision

 

I drink my coffee black and bitter like my soul
I flip through the morning newspapers mindlessly 
I inhale my cigarette hoping the smoke will fill the hole
Every day I keep repeating the cycle endlessly 

 

I turn off the lights in the apartment and in me
Today I will not go through the routine life motions
This is my last morning, I seek the permanent dream
With a smile and a sunny backdrop, I walk into the ocean
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4 Responses to My Last Morning

  1. Anonymous | November 29, 2011 at 2:55 pm | Reply

    bassem as much as i read part of what you say and write, as much i love you more and more and wish i was with you.
    youre the sunshine of my life
    youre the life of my time
    youe the one i want to reply
    youre the one that let me feel alive
    your dad

  2. Bassem | December 1, 2011 at 5:12 am | Reply

    No words can express my feelings. Thank you for everything. I love you, dad.

  3. Anonymous | December 2, 2011 at 9:04 pm | Reply

    Bassem
    Things can be said and things can’t be said.
    What I am trying to say is words that can only be raid by you, and no others can understand . Yes no body because our souls and life’s are so connected to say, I read without reading all the feelings that you say.
    This is me and you my son.
    Allah headsman donna Sakura
    Your dad

  4. Anonymous | December 2, 2011 at 9:06 pm | Reply

    Allah youafekak donia wakhra
    Ya bassem
    Your dad

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