four days off kanini club, vertigo. deep romance, craving immediate tenderness, after wudhu, mid dhikr dreaming pure dreams. in my periphery, off white roses. i remember your stories of omdurman, sitting close on the piccadilly line. young love, memories flood with clarity, now that all our countries have been destroyed - i ask your forgiveness. i should’ve cried to my father earlier, i could’ve known the currency of my tears.