Habibi

I loved you, so I allowed madness take the heart to its furthest bounds
to take the beatings and tempests
that were the fruits of this desire
and then release you little bird,
to follow the mirage of peace that you seek,
to the furthest cloud where perhaps you might see that what I had said was right.
And there in silence, maybe, you would save your words for another argument
that we might have
on the day you return.