Last time I caused the city to bleed
it cried as I came to visit and never asked it how it was
it sobbed as I passed through it unaware at its beauty
it had done so much to greet me
applaude me
love me
make me me
and yet
last time
I shed no affection for the morning dusk
or the afternoon anger of heat
or the mid evening licence to silence
or the sunset glow
or the evening kisses of the moon
or the dark night that catches the stars
last time I hurt the feelings of the streets, the rocks the houses
I was arrogant and disobedient
a foreigner coming to intrude the meaning of stillness trueness
the walls had to collide with my crash
and the gardens had to distend with my poisons
last time I turned my back to the sillhouette of the midnight trees
and the sounds of the morning birds
and the whispers of the beautiful elderly respected
and the everlasting love that cannot be contained or explained
in khartoum
Khartoum heartbreak - pre
as I walked out into the tarmac to catch my flight away from home
the whole capital cried
for it had lost a part of its persons and I had lost a part of my natural instinct to take care of myself
and my country
it was just lucky that the sound of the plane was so loud no one could hear my screams
no one could hear my rubbles of dreams crumbling
as I got on the plane I couldnt look back for I knew
I had hurt my only lover in this world
I had broken up with the place I was born
I had terribly destroyed the relationship between myself and ...... Khartoum
and it hated me
for coming to it and doing this to it in its own place
it hated me because I was sudanese and it loved me for who I was - but never what i had become
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