Poem by Thal Mohammed
You will be loved still
despite the silent pain
of your closed heart
and your rough skin.
You will be loved still
despite your deaf ears.
In the morning of birds
that sing by your window-sill.
You will be loved still,
even though you hide it,
your soul, in your various
miserly ways, you are loved.
You will be loved
even though my letters
will remain unanswered,
and you would have forgotten
that, “lovers don’t finally
meet somewhere; they
are in each other all along.” (Rumi)
You have forgotten.
You have forgotten
that you are loved.
You are Love