Safa Saleh Hosson
صفاء صالح حصن
A massege sent
But not delivered.
A word said
Bitterly misunderstood.
I love you, but do I?
For that I’ve never really known you.
You’re somewhere in this world,
Unseen.
You’re somewhere inside me,
Deeply felt.
Glasses worn,
But yet no sight.
Prayers whispered,
Still no difference.
Some thoughts have grown bigger,
To be shared.
Please, be there,
Tonight, I’ll wait for you
My imaginary friend.
