You're Sixteen

Like a long letter written for hours, exhausted by admonition, wet with tears. I retreated from sending it in a moment of angry pride, like a sincere worshiper's call to "ask you from God," because no one but God is able to bring you. I have a door in your chest every time you knock, you lock it. And you have a hole in my memory every time I share it with you. And before you dust my love off your chest, I will release from my memory your love, my Lord suffices me "only knows what is between my heart and you". To the one I wrote as the hero of my novel, who slipped away from it before I wrote the last chapter. I inserted it among my supplications that I recited to God, with sincerity and reverence, as Ghanimah taught me. The end is not complete! Nor did my prayers come true! Finally, after all these long years, I say goodbye to you.. I put down the pens and closed the books. “I left you today, God willing.”