To Jack Antonoff

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Alone
Jack and Me 
In Thoughts
Forever and ever it seems
To be 
Free
Truly,
Is this what Love is about?
The timing
The waiting
The adoring
Of a Man I do not know
But feel to know
Your body
Your soul
Your spirit
Alone
With Jack again
When days go floating by
Clouds we fly by 
Holding it like folded newspapers
We only read by images
As we write ourselves
Everything seems to be already told
Eyes never get old
Look into mine
Eyes
And then tell me goodbye 
Can You?
Alone,
In a room where wars been fought in silence
Bombings no one writes about
In those newspapers we laugh about
When We, write 
Alone,
And then I thought of You
Jack,
Alone
Autumn rain
And The Present Sunshine
After a storm
Of longing 
And staring at nothing
When I find myself
Dreaming about You
Could You be here
Near
Silent
With Me
Close
When 
Autumn Rain
And The Present Sunshine
After a storm
Of longing
Alone,
With Jack Again

Always Alone,
When I am with You
Was with,
You
Jack

By Nadiya Amina A.M. Mohado
Sheikh Nur
30-11-1995
12-11-2022
To Jack Antonoff