For some time now,
And the ocean that separates us is not the reason for the
abyss
Between us.
Oh, my green-eyed sister,
Deep shadows streak your pallid face.
Withdrawn, you curl up in one corner, never look
Up
Beyond the wall of silence.
My fingers stretch out,
Yet you are not there.
You are not there.
Oh brother,
When we are old.
Very old. Will you know me?
Shall we stroll the
hills of Jerusalem together, step within the walls,
Enter the narrow
alleys,
Scrumptious humus
dripping from pita hunks
At Abu Shukri’s on Al Wad Road?
Our sentences get
entangled, so eager we are to speak and listen all at once.
Our laughs
still resonate in me.
You have grown so,
you have grown so.
Oh brother,
Will I know you when
I am old?
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