قد ايه من عمري قبلك راح؟
how many years of my life have gone by before you, love?
this is the main question we ask
how many of our years have gone by
without honoring, you, love
this is a waste of time,
a waste of age that no one should
be allowed to pertain from one's life
a lost age, a lost era
like my wondering three times
the same road without once realizing where it ends
but this is not how we think of natural things
like love, that there will be an end
at your stick when caused to open flame
melts, remelts in your mouth
it has its way around us
this power
but how many days had been gone
with an argument hanging
over my bed, like my dream-catcher
this is the main question we ask
how many of our years have gone by
without honoring, you, love
this is a waste of time,
a waste of age that no one should
be allowed to pertain from one's life
a lost age, a lost era
like my wondering three times
the same road without once realizing where it ends
but this is not how we think of natural things
like love, that there will be an end
at your stick when caused to open flame
melts, remelts in your mouth
it has its way around us
this power
but how many days had been gone
with an argument hanging
over my bed, like my dream-catcher
but then, like a sick knife
the stabs no longer feel fresh
over my skin
maybe this is exaggeration,
an attempt at counting down
ticking minutes
until they stop mattering
then how many years have gone by
before you love?
it is not a need to hear you answer
but repeat like a broken radio
mechanic walks in small steps
the years we had, like roads, all heading forward.
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