I don't know how many more days will be drowned
 in tears before I can let you go
And how many sleepless nights pass
waiting for the clock to strike 6 in the morning
My heart attuned to the timing of your arrival
And I am writing this in the hope that it will cure me
As spells to exorcise all that I have loved and lost
You most of all
Like the pain of countries partitioned,
Torn apart and bloodied
You and I,
Now just You
 and I
Separately
without being held by each other
untangled limbs
I worry about you
Still
Even though I have no claim on you
Love, like other habits, die hard.