Waiting for Shams

My Shams,

I believe you have not forgotten what we are. That you cannot the way I cannot. That you know, I exist and share this world with you, but from the other side of the ocean. And that I am aware of this truth and many others, from the pores on my skin.

There is not a day that passes where…

I will leave that sentence there. You have already completed it in your head.
Your own, Rumi.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.