To my past woman :
I asked about my old hotel
I asked about the kiosk I was buy newspapers from it
I do not found the hotel or the kiosk and I hear that the newspapers stoped after you leave and it was appear that the city and sidewalks replaced and the sun changed her post office number and the stars which we was rent them in summer became no one look for them a lot of changes after you leave .
After you leave me , the trees change their address , and the birds take their kids and immigrated for ever and the sea throw him self in the sea and die .
Searching for an umbrella safe me from rains , searching for the names of night clubs I was dance with you in it but the people laugh at my idiot and told me the city I search for was sinked in the sea from long years ago .
Why when you travel in time and leave me you take all the names of week days with you , why u take the spherical of the earth with you and then I become as the fish which can not understand her out from the sea water .
You travel in my blood , and it is not easy for me to change my blood cause my blood type is rare and you are the only woman can give me her blood .
My past woman , please stop about grow up inside me , please stop about procreation under my skin as forest , please help me to stop the small habits I was create with you , please help me to pull out your smle from my house curtains .
My past woman , please help me to remember my name I was called when I was young in school , please help me to remember the style of my poems before they print on your face features , please help me to reback my language which its words were made only for you .
Show me one book , you are not wrote in it , Show me one bird , his mother not learn him to spell your sweet name , Show me one tree , you are not one of her leaves .
Show me one water stream not lick sugar from your feets , you are a woman her voice fall in the land and then make green tree and when your sweet shadow fall in my body I become as created river .
Why you immigrate from my chest and you became with no home or land , why you choosed to go out from my poetry time and u choosed to stay in the narrow time , why you broken my inkwell which I was paint you with it ???
With love ,
khaled