all the words I’ve never said

I wish I can pay the bus ride via my phone

I haven’t said my affirmations this morning

 

my grandfather never said these words.

 

I flew to Paris this evening

and I hate the idea of a clone

 

my grandfather never said these words.

 

I love you too

and God does not exist

 

My grandfather never said these words.

 

I can’t feel okay nor fine,

and can you tune my guitar?

 

my grandfather never said these words

 

and these unsaid words

I heard them so frequently in my world

I wish he’s walking around his yard, checking his crops,

so I would tell him something unsaid: I love you.

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By aicha bint yusif

Writing is my key to free spaces. I write to let things out and to chronicle some, and you're more than welcome to read them.

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