Faded Memories (A Poem)

This time of the night

This sorrowed heart of mine needs healing

This separation from the beloved is a curse

The beloved itself is a curse

I have faded memories of her

Maybe the beloved is not even real

Who knows?

I don't.

This time of the night

People are sleeping soundly

And here I am, O Beloved

Writing meaningless poetry.

- Bilal Rajab

P.S. The next chapter of my novel (Master) will be uploaded real soon.