Lost And Found Poem by Isa AlKhaqani

I found you,
So long after forgetting you.

At the bottom of
My last glass of whiskey.

There you were, with all your memories
Under a half melted ice cube

Hasn't your occupation ended?
I thought we had a deal to end it!

Why are you pursuing me,
Bombarding every thought in me.

In my glass, in my head
In my prayer and in my bed.

I beg you to leave me,
And not to besiege me.

But you have already gone,
Why does your presence linger on?