Where are you?
I am walking between lines, and the night is empty without you.
Where are you?
I am lost inside me, when all paths are leading to you.
Where are you?
Time is soundless, and everything is becoming nothing beside you.
Where are you?
Life is walking before me, and every step I am taking is lost inside you.
Where are you?
My closed eyes are missing the shadows of your fingers on my skin, and my breaths are choking outside you.
Where are you?
Do you remember how to take your steps to my home?
You are my time;
The beginnings.
The endings.
And, every space in between.
Where are you?
Do you still remember the steps of your fingers through my hair?
You are my fire;
The burning soul.
The cold pain.
And, the warm dreams in between.
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
When you finally find your way back to me again, you will find me by the green door with my back leaning on the tired wall waiting for you as I promised you the day you looked into my eyes with your skin on my skin under the sun.
I am not moving, still.
Where are you?
-Imen
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