God,
you've been nice to me
when you sent me a present
a giant box with shiny burgundy ribbon
a day after i thought i was lost it
he shows up, after an eternity hiding
i guess im okay with that
II
God,
you've been mean to me
when he said he once was a sober,
wont quit smoking untill get cough
a day after i beg him not to leave me
he opens up to me after a long silences
i guess im okay with that
III
God,
i've patiently waiting, i swear
when you believe he will pass it all
a dark times with rejection
a day before our eyes fall into each other
i think he was the answer
are you gonna okay with that?
—Leftover, Hangover and Question, 2016
ps: this poem was published during a Fajr times. oh God. what a coincidence.
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