Mum's gone,
it's my last week in Lebanon,
feeling feelings from loverboy afar
and my hair's growing.
I feel loved,
I feel refreshed,
and secure in my surroundings.
We take selfies in the bathroom for no reason
and I'm rocking the rocks that I got from the street market
Haven't seen the girls that much over the past few days
but before we have time to catch up
we're all out on the street stairs
and I ask them to take pictures of my performance.
They look at me strangely and proceed
to fulfill my favour
cz they can see my untamed excitement
and lack of willingness to explain.
The performance is meant for loverboy afar
who feels very close today.
I climb the stairs
I get the performing buzz
and elegantly
pose and pause
as if to
say something
in between.
I'm loving it.
It makes me feel.
It gives me direction to move.
I go up
I go down
the rest are chilling
and chatting
and being part of the natural flow
of my performance
taking place here
but more so
there afar.
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