Those phone calls that
I never made, remain
Unanswered
Their phantom rings getting
Louder with each passing
Second, making my ears
Bleed
I can see you
Calmly ignoring my
Non-existent calls
Deleting my unsent emails
Without reading them,
Blocking me everywhere,
Even in my own imagination
You return the gifts
That I never send
Never even opening them
Shahid, Neruda, Angelou,
Lorca, Ghosts all
Haunt me as I search
For nonexistent verses of Arabic
Little bits of magic
Hidden in the Quran
To bring back dead love
You mean well, you said
In that conversation
We never had, But
I can’t do this anymore
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