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My Last Morning

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 Comments on “My Last Morning

  1. Anonymous
    November 29, 2011

    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

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

  3. Anonymous
    December 2, 2011

    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

    Allah youafekak donia wakhra
    Ya bassem
    Your dad

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