each time

it's hard each time you go...

Arrived home from the airport, sat in the car for a while - to gather strengths before going into the house and face the emptiness amongst the traces you left behind.


i dragged myself to pick every bits and traces of you -
the flip-flop
the sajadah
the gandoura
the perfume
the accumulatingly left-behind luggages
the mugs
the breakfast cereal
the toileteries
i need to register each of them, where there are - so that i would not come upon them unprepared - their rip-my-heart power is getting stronger - each time.


O how do i deal with the empty side of the bed tonite...
and how do i cope waking up, wishing that today's episode was yet another dream and that you're still nearby..


O God give me strength each time i sense that familiar scent.