AlAnoud Writes

I grieve a life I’ve yet to live,
For all the love I have to give.
Not for a love that came and passed,
But for a future fading fast.

I carry stories through my days,
Small little moments, quiet ways
A thought I wish I could impart,
A passing joy, a tender part.

So many things I long to tell,
So many moments I would dwell
Upon, if there were someone near
To catch the words I hold so dear.

I miss the memories yet to be,
The unwritten life that waits for me;
The photographs I’ve never taken,
The conversations left unspoken.

How strange to mourn what isn’t gone,
To grieve a night before the dawn;
To miss a hand I’ve never held,
A story that has yet to tell.

And yet, I’ve lived. I’ve moved. I’ve grown.
I’ve built a life entirely my own.
I have not paused, nor have I stayed
I’ve simply carried what I’ve craved.

But when the day gives way to night,
And all the noise slips out of sight,
The quiet brings the ache anew:
There is so much I’d give to you.

Not grand romance, nor vows, nor rings,
Just someone there for ordinary things
Someone to hear the smallest part,
The passing thought, the hidden heart.

Someone to laugh about the day,
To hear the things I’d throw away
As insignificant, yet somehow
They’re the things I wish you knew now.

And perhaps that is the cruelest part:
To have so much and nowhere to start.
To hold a thousand words inside
With no familiar soul beside.

For time moves on, indifferent,
Each precious hour already spent.
And I can feel the seasons turn,
While waiting for what I cannot earn.

Yet still, beneath this quiet grief,
There lives a stubborn kind of belief
That what is absent is not lost,
And what is late is not the cost.

Perhaps one day, without a sign,
Your ordinary life will meet with mine.
And all these stories I have saved
Will find the person for whom they were made.

Until then, I’ll live. I’ll laugh. I’ll grow.
I’ll let the days continue to flow.
But somewhere underneath it all,
I’ll keep one wish, however small:

That someday, at the end of the day,
Someone will ask, in the simplest way
not “How are you?” or “Are you alright?”
but “Tell me everything about your night.”